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A Lesson In Time, Chapter Six
The sound of MoMo's voice woke me from a deep, relaxed and fulfilling sleep. "What's the matter MoMo?" I asked as sleep was still full in my eyes.
"Nothing Master Kevin, I'm just getting your slave boy awake so he can go downstairs for his morning rinse. I'll send him back up as soon as his insides are clean Master."
I looked over and saw that indeed, the slave had spent the night in my bed. I
was rather embarrassed at having our male house slave see me, of all people;
with another man in my bed.
I tried to vanish the thought from my mind, as to what my father would think if he somehow learned of this. Both the slaves quickly and quietly exited my room and went down to the basement so that Shaun could perform his standard rituals.
I was still laying in bed, my hand firmly grasping my morning erection; allowing me to feel the power which I was holding, as the young slave re-entered my bedroom.
Without saying a word, the slave went directly to the bathroom, adjusted the water for my morning shower and then knelt down on the hard tiles, keeping his hands behind his head.
By the time I reached the bathroom, my morning stiffy has subsided, somewhat,
and I had to take my piss before I had an accident. I noticed the look in the slave's face and something reminded me that I'd seen that look before; just as the slave opened his mouth, eager to accept my morning piss. Not one to disappoint, I stepped over and put my cock into his mouth, just in the nick of time. The slave's lips had barely closed around my shaft when the torrential flood of urine began to fill his oral cavity.
"Thank you Sir, Thank You", was all that the boy said as I eased my dick out of his mouth and stepped into the shower.
The slave followed me in, and instantly began to lather my entire body with my favorite liquid soap. The boy didn't miss a single square inch of my body, as he gently rubbed away any and all tale-tail signs that the two of us had had a night filled with exquisite sex. I only wished that my cock wasn't still sore, as I had so wanted to penetrate his anal muscle, but settled for a nice, slow blowjob instead.
Feeling refreshed and rather obligated, I took my shot at bathing the slave. I don't think he expected a free man to bath him, let alone in the manner in which I was doing it. There just seemed to be a natural connection between the two of us; but I knew that it had to be from the lack of closeness to a man, which was closer to the truth than you'd know. At least I finally had this one opportunity, this one chance to be intimate with a man, like I'd never been before; and as far as my mom and dad were concerned... that's what some slaves are meant to be and used as such.
I couldn't resist sucking his cock one more time, as he tried in vain to keep
his two hands away from my head. My finger lanced his butt one final time, as he shot another youthful load of slave seed into my throat.
He patted me dry, gently and with affection, before using the same, now damp,
towel to wipe the water droplets from himself. I was flabbergasted to see MoMo standing there in my bedroom. He stood with a smile and a certain twinkle
in his eyes, which told me that in fact he knew, he had to have known; but for how long?
Today's dress code was for me to once again attire in one of my many suits, as both of the slaves helped to get me dressed; after which I styled my hair and gave myself a small squirt of cologne.
"Good choice of boys, Master Kevin" MoMo said into my ear, as I passed him, needing to squelch my hunger. It was that simple sentence that told the story.
On my way to the staircase, I ventured a look into my sister's room and she was still bound, spread-eagle on the bed. But now she had a wide piece of tape over her mouth and she was also wearing one of those `slave diapers' that a lot of people use when training a new slave. I couldn't help but to once again notice the lack of pubic hair; which seemed to pronounce the appearance of her.... You know....
I should have related that same vision to MoMo, Shaun and all the other slaves around the country; but I'd soon be revisiting the same sights in the days and months to come.
Breakfast was just like most of the other mornings, with mom taking total control of the conversation. She wished me to have a good day, learn lots, be courteous and all the other things that moms around the world say to their offspring on days like this. "Perhaps", by the time you get home tonight, your sister will be a new person; one in which you can be proud", and that was the last sentence mom said as she left the table, heading upstairs.
MoMo handed me the slave's leash as I started to leave the house; and I hated
the thought of having to put it back on him. The look in his eyes, told me that it was okay and that he understood. Reluctantly I clipped it on to his ball ring.
On the way into work, dad and I discussed mom and my sister quite abit, filling up most of the time. I'm sure that dad had to notice my lack of facial contact with him; as I couldn't help but to stare at the back of Shaun's head, wanting to know if he was sitting there smiling or had he in fact returned to a slave's state of mind.
Upstairs, just outside dad's reception area, I stood waiting for Mr. Alderton to arrive and take the slave away from me; when out of the blue, the slave spoke in quiet, subtle words. "Sir, if this slave may Sir, I'm just wanting to thank you for the best day of my whole life Sir. I'm sorry to see you leave for the summer and this slave hopes and will pray that you return soon and return safe Sir."
I gave the slave a big hug and a small kiss, just moments before Mr. Alderton
came into view.
We exchanged pleasantries for several minutes, which I used to inform Mr. Alderton that I didn't expect this particular slave to be a problem while I was gone, and that if possible I would avail myself of the slave upon my immediate return.
"So I'm to understand then that all went well last night with the slave", he
questioned in a way that only needed for me to nod my head and smile.
I only spent ten minutes waiting to see dad, before I sped off to keep my prearranged schedules with others in the building. I made more notes, more than I had thought necessary but I made them anyway and figured I could delete the
non-essential ones later.
Lunch was a total blast. Dad was true to his word and we had more food than any one person could even sample. The wait staff was obviously a group of well
trained slaves, all dressed alike and all poised to serve or service any of the guests in any manner which was called for. I almost had one of my notorious laughing fits, when I saw Ms. Mudfart groping the rather large `package' of one of the older slaves.
By the time the day neared completion, I had been laden down with my new briefcase, jammed with folders, cellphone, notepads pencils and pens. I think the only thing missing was the `kitchen sink'. I'm pretty sure that everyone in
the building who was on the administrative staff had, had at least come to wish me well and success. Some of the females even managed to hug me and peck
my cheeks with their painted lips. YUK!
I didn't see Shaun the rest of the day, nor did I see him before sliding onto
the seat in the back of the limo. Were my feelings for him real, or were they just masked by the previous nights sexual escapades; I guess only time will
tell.
I rode home in silence, as even dad was kept busy talking on his phone. I didn 't pay any attention to the outside world; as my mind was now focused on the task which lay before me. I soon found myself leafing through the folders and my schedule; putting them in proper sequence for later review.
Once inside the house, I went upstairs, followed by MoMo, who helped me clean up and change into more comfortable clothing. Before heading downstairs for dinner, MoMo stood in front of me and spoke. "I've known Master Kevin, for many years. Your secret is safe with me Sir. I'm just glad that you finally got the opportunity to express yourself, completely, with another male; be it a free man or a slave."
I gave MoMo an acknowledged look, as I made my way to the dinner table. Everyone was waiting on me, this time. My sister was there already but she was sitting there naked as the day she was born. I didn't dare say anything to her about why she was naked nor did I even ask her about how her day went. I already knew; especially if mom stayed home all day to `whip' her into shape.
Near dinner's end, she did break her silence and asked humbly for forgiveness
for the way she treated me the previous day. I could tell that she was nearly in tears, as I accepted her apology. Mom had even been more relaxed during the meal, probably from having to stay home instead of hanging out with all her high society ladies.
"Time" dad said, "all good things come to those who wait. Now son it is your
time to explore, to learn, to experience what my world is all about. Tomorrow you shall embark on a journey which will educate you far more than the books in school, far better than anything I can teach you. It's a Lesson in Time son, a Lesson In Time. I believe your schedule says that you have an early flight out in the morning, so I'll bid my farewells now, and remember what we' ve discussed and you can always reach me at home in the evenings if you feel you have to." That said,dad rose from his chair and retired to his den/home office. I excused myself from the table, leaving mom and my sister alone. I could hear mom talking to her as I ascended the stairs, bound for my room.
About an hour later, MoMo came in; bringing with him my suitcase. We discussed what clothing I would need, and it seemed as if MoMo knew more about what I
should pack than I did. I followed his lead as he rummaged though my bureau, and closet; finding the two magazines I'd stashed inside the pockets of two of my suit coats. "Shall I pack these too, Master Kevin?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps I should take them downstairs so that your family won't come upon them by accident."
I quickly informed MoMo that he could dispose of them as he saw fit, as I didn 't want anyone here to find my copies of "Inches" and "Latino Slaves".
In the morning, I hurriedly showered and dressed, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where JoJo and MoMo were having their morning coffee. It was still dark outside and it had been quite awhile since I'd been up this early.
JoJo poured me some coffee and fixed my favorite, `on the run' snack as I sat with the two of them for a few minutes and talked openly about their lives in our home, about how they saw their future and the future of all of the others who'd been enslaved. Both of them were rather insightful with their words, as they made me think about so many different aspects of slaves and slave owners; not to mention the slave processing and slave training facilities all over the country.
I bid my farewells to JoJo as she tidied up the kitchen, with MoMo following me with my heavy suitcase in his strong hands. Before I had even grabbed for the door knob, MoMo twirled me around, dropping the suitcase and proceeded to give me a big hug, which was way out of character for him as a slave. He could receive disciplinary actions for what he had just done.
However, I would never cause the slave harm; not after all these wonderful years he's given me and my family. I hugged him back, as he gave my forehead a departing kiss; tears welling up in his eyes. "Don't change Master Kevin, please come home the same fine young man that you are today", MoMo said to me as I opened the door and quickly, lest someone see my tears, I hurriedly climbed into the limo.
I made good use of my time riding to the airport. I had my first stop already in my head; as I glanced at some of the facial pictures which were in each of the folders. I didn't even realize it, but mom hadn't even said her good-bye's to me; but it wasn't the first time that she omitted doing such. As the plane headed north to Connecticut, I had about ninety minutes more to peruse the folder and made mental notes on what, during my visit, I was to look for, observe and retain in either my head or written notes. Dad's company was so efficient that inside each folder, for each leg of my journey was an envelope with additional cash, for emergency spending should I find myself in a place that didn't accept the plastic cash which was so common these days. There was a note inside each of the envelopes... "Remember to keep ALL receipts for money spent"... I had to chuckle because that almost sounded verbatim of what my dad said to me each time I came home from college on a break; where he always gave me spending money before I returned.
The airport wasn't that large, but it was filled to capacity when I got off the plane. There was a man standing there with my name on a placard, which seemed to be professionally made. I went over and introduced myself and it wasn' t but two seconds and I discovered that he was a slave.
He followed me over to baggage claim and hefted my suitcase as if it were nothing more than a bag of popcorn. He must be packing solid muscle underneath his uniform suit, was all I could think of.
Outside the terminal building, parked curbside, was a long white limousine. There was another equally dressed man standing by the door, awaiting my arrival. The slave carrying my bag, went directly to the trunk of the vehicle and carefully placed my luggage inside and closed the lid; as the remaining man (slave) opened my door.
I lowered myself onto the seat, as the door closed behind me and it was then that I saw a naked man kneeling in the passenger compartment. He was beautiful, in a sort of slave way. He didn't have a single hair on his body, not one; and without hair you might have thought him to be a young boy.
With both of the well dressed men, now seated up front, the car began to exit
the airport property; as the one man up front turned to me and said, "the boy is here for your comfort and relaxation Sir, please avail yourself of him as you see fit; we have about an hours ride until we arrive at our destination."
The next thing I see is the darkened window rising up from behind the front seat; sealing me off from everyone, except the slave.
For several minutes, I watched as the slave attempted to maintain his balance
while properly kneeling; but it was extremely difficult for him to do.
Pointing to the seat behind him I said "Sit there, I don't mind if you sit."
"Thank you Sir for your kindness towards this humble slave", came his reply.
I watched him place his hands on the seat first and then he put a butt cheek on each of his hands. He sat there, head bowed, arms behind this head and his legs splayed open; giving me total visual and physical access to his cock and balls should I so desire.
After several more minutes had passed I entered into a rather sublime conversation with him and discovered that he'd been born into his life as a slave and knew of no other existence. It was truly amazing to feel so much control over another human, that the feeling almost shattered my thoughts and wonderful experience from the night before.
The countryside came into view rather quickly as the car continued on. The rolling hills seemed to make great divisions between homes, estates and the like.
When the car slowed down, and turned off the main road I began to pay closer attention to my surroundings.
We stopped at a gate where two men in different uniforms were standing. The huge gate swung open and the car pulled just inside before coming to a stop in what appeared to be a small parking area.
My door was opened rather quickly and I was anxious to stand up. I quickly took in the immediate area and was surprised to see several slaves tethered to what appeared to be carts, used to transport people.
The one original slave, quickly put my suitcase on the back of the cart and assisted me on climbing on to the leather padded seat. "Sir, if Sir desires to
quicken the pace of the pony boy, simply use the buggy whip and the slave will hasten his pace to Sir's liking."
I was astounded be the fact that I'd not been here five minutes and was already being exposed to this form of slavery. I'm guessing that none of the slaves knew of, or had been told of my purposeful visit. But the one thing I did know; I wasn't about to whip a slave, just to make him go faster.
"Sirs pony slave knows the way to Sir's guest cottage so we hope you enjoy the ride and the beauty of Winding Hills Training Academy, Sir."
As the buggy began to move forward, I noticed that the slave from the car was
now running alongside. I smiled at him, although I knew he didn't see me smile; but perhaps I was smiling because I found it rather nice sitting high above two slaves, watching one's bouncing cock and balls as he trotted to keep pace with the pony slave.
The road we were taking wasn't a paved one, but appeared to have been constructed of all natural materials and it made the ride seem more relaxing and inviting, to look around at all that nature had proved.
Looking to the one side, I noticed that the slave was falling behind and for some crazy reason I yelled `Stop"; and the pony slave brought the cart to a gentle halt. I waited until the slave boy had once more caught up to us and then inquired of him if the pony slave was perhaps going to fast for him to keep up.
"Sir, sorry Sir, but this slave has never been as good at a fast run as any of Master's pony slaves Sir."
I couldn't expect the slave to keep up the pace, knowing full well that even I couldn't have kept up myself.
Now in a minor dilemma, I climbed down and approached the pony slave and half
asked, half told him to slow down so that the other slave could keep up. The
pony slave nodded his head vigorously, indicating that he understood my command.
Thankfully, for the young slave and myself the ride wasn't much longer and soon enough the buggy came to a stop in front of a rather nice looking small cottage, completely landscaped and trimmed to perfection.
I didn't have to say a single word, and the naked slave began struggling with my suitcase, as the pony slave turned the buggy around and headed back to the main gate. I was amused yet saddened that this slave had to use both hands to carry my bag; as I scanned the surrounding area to see what else was near.
The slave quickly opened the door and almost dragged my suitcase inside, with me following close behind. I couldn't help but to notice the muscles in his legs and arms, small in size, yet well defined against his small framed body.
The slave didn't have any strength left to put the suitcase on the bed, and I
could see his face as looking rather sad. I opened up a conversation with him, again, thinking that I could learn more about him and just slavery in general. It was a `golden opportunity' that I wasn't going to let pass. I put the suitcase on the bed and the slave went quickly, yet slowly, to work putting everything on hangers, toiletries in the bathroom etc, as I relentlessly questioned him in the most polite manner I knew how.
I learned from speaking with the slave that apparently he'd been deemed unfit
from birth. He even nursed from his mother and other females until he was almost three years old.
I had been trained in many aspects of a slave's life except the more strenuous work such as being a pony slave or common laborer. I already knew that at this facility that common labor slaves were never the norm here, as it only catered to the `upper end' scale of men who sought certain slaves for specific
work.
Opening my briefcase, I brought out my camera and took several pictures of the slave to correspond with my notes about our conversation. The slave even assumed a proper inspection pose, but I chose not to do a formal inspection of his body, just yet.
I was, according to the slave, his first actual assignment pertaining to being a personal slave/servant to a guest here. This in essence was his cottage, his grounds to keep immaculate and pristine. From what I'd already seen, the
slave would have gotten an A+ from me.
We continued to speak, as I changed into more comfortable clothing; with the slaves help of course, until such time as there was a knock on the door.
A well dressed man, of apparently some importance, was at the door as the slave opened it.
He introduced himself as Mr. Wilton, who would be my liaison while here. He said that after lunch he would come back and then take me on a general tour of the facilities. He mentioned that I could have lunch at the main building with all the others or if I chose, I could eat lunch here in my private cottage. Dinner however, was to always be in the grand dinning room of the owner's home. I chose to eat here, at least on my first day and then I'd more than likely be eating lunch with the others during my brief five day visit.
Mr. Wilton asked if they slave boy that they had provided was to my satisfaction and I immediately responded that he was. I didn't want Mr. Wilton to think or to assume that I was some kind of rookie around slaves. He seemed pleased, and even reminded my slave of a few things before he turned away and left. Looking out the window, I could see him riding high atop the buggy that was being pulled by not one, but two slaves. I suppose he'd need the two slaves if they were pulling two grown men around the complex.
With time trudging on, I informed my slave that he could start fixing lunch, at which he went right to work. I was amazed at the food stored in the cabinets and the refrigerator. Some of the finest wines were chilling in a separate wine cooler and I sort of felt important for once in my life.
Since there was just me eating, I almost offered the slave a seat at the table, but thought better of it. When I saw that he was eating slave kibbles, it reminded me so much of the things I'd read about and learned in school.
The poor slave had made enough for three free men, so I opted to offer him some of mine. Timidly, he put some in his bowl and used his fingers to consume it; all with a beautiful smile on his face, which kind of told me that his own heart was content for the time being.
He finished his kibbles and the food which I'd given him and got up from sitting on the floor to clear the table and do the dishes. By this time, Mr. Wilton was back and the two of us headed off for my first tour. I remembered to bring my camera and cellphone with me, as well as my notepad.
I had left the slave behind, to do whatever he needed to do; until my return. He seemed pleased that I'd sort of just gave him a `free afternoon'. As I closed the cottage door, I noticed him pulling a small mat out from under the
bed, along with a rather dainty pillow. I knew that he'd rest well, after the hard, long run this morning topped off by eating a proper meal.
The two slaves pulling the buggy were magnificently paired. I even snapped a few photos of them as their muscled legs worked in unison to get us up the slight incline without the least bit of hesitation.
By the time we had reached the top of the hill, the forest gave way to open fields of grass, apple trees, and a myriad of out buildings. Beyond the buildings I could see what look like a rather expansive home, which I took to be that of the owner.
We were not alone on the earthen trail, as many buggies passed us going in the opposite direction. Some of the passengers, riding with or without assistance were dressed in long flowing robes, some with head protection and others with a simple wrapping around their head, protecting themselves from sun damage.
It felt so different here. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, but I was
sure that I'd discover more here than what originally met my eyes.
Watching Mr. Wilton, command the pony slaves was absolutely amazing. He mostly used gently tugging on the reins but once or twice he had to crack the whip above their heads; but I'd bet my last dollar, that he only did that to impress me.
He would bring the team of ponies, to a halt as we came up to a different building. He politely explained what went on inside each of them, but as some of
the signage over the doors spelled out, I didn't need too much of an explanation...
Signs like "Induction Center", "Probationary Slave Prep Area", "Yearling Slave Training", "Advanced Slave Training", "Collection Area", Insemination Room", "Disciplinary Division", "Medical Enhancement Division", "Slave Medical Treatment Area", were just some of the professionally crafted signs that I saw on this pleasant jaunt around the compound.
I was caught off guard momentarily when Mr. Wilton asked if I was indeed the man in the video which he saw played out yesterday; the one showing all the features of the new Slave Medical Scan and Testing Enhancer.
"Well, yes that was me in the video. I volunteered so that the video would be
more informative and constructive rather than the normal run of the mill cheap thrills slave sex movie. Most slaves would have buckled under the enormous
stress and strain of all which the machine is capable of doing, and we didn 't want to deter the importance of the machine by allowing a simple slave to be scanned and tested."
"That's very commendable", Mr. Wilton responded. "I don't know of any free man that would have done it either, so you are to be congratulated for your earnest desire to see you father's company prosper and his continuous desire to see that the slave industry stays alive and fluid at the same time. By the way... my mentor works for your father now also, perhaps you know of him. His name is Alderton, Mr. Alderton. I have everything I've learned all due to his constant, even tempered way of teaching new overseers. At first I hated the way he treated all of us new employees here, but after awhile I began to see the need for his relentless badgering.... Always wanting us to do it right the first time."
"Yes", I quickly replied; "I've only recently met him and he is quite the knowledgeable man. I have hopes to work along side of him after my internship and final year of school. I can see, quite easily, that he has had many good years of experience in his selected field of expertise."
Mr. Wilton pulled back on the reins, bringing the team to a easy stop. "Here" , he said; "Why not give it a try. I'll help you with the basics and then by tomorrow if you want to go out by yourself you will have a decent knowledge of how to control the ponies, although they normally know and accept most verbal commands as well."
I sheepishly took the reins, my hands sweating just a little, as Mr. Wilton barked at the ponies to get started. I found it easy, really, to tell them to go right, left or stop. Just a small flicker of the reins and the ponies were once again on the move. I learned how to make them go faster and slower all
with the reins a few simple words.
I toured the apple orchards and their buildings used for making various things with the acres and acres of apples grown here. I learned that there were only, on average, 77 slaves here that were owned by the company. Currently there are 29 slaves in training for other assignments and some of those are even overseas.
"You must understand, that here at Winding Hills, we turn out nothing but quality. Quantity is not our goal. We will only deliver one of our slaves once he has learned his occupation to its fullest. Since we can't legally sell one of our slaves, we have a properly high, `lease agreement' which most are eager to accept. If we could ever sell them, it would be a blessing, as then we could make room for more, but we never know when the lessee will desire to return the slave to us."
I commented to Mr. Wilton on his remarks, allowing him the satisfaction that I understood; but he said a few keywords which triggered some of my dad's own
concerns. I'd have to get back to my abode and make private notes of what Mr. Wilton had just spoken of.
"I'll have a buggy sent for you right before diner, if that's alright", Mr.
Wilton asked as we pulled up to my cottage.
"Well, if it's okay... I'd like to walk up by myself tonight. You know, enjoy the fresh air, the sounds of nature and such. It will also give me time to better observe some of the other slaves, overseers and I might just pick up on some good pointers for my own career."
"Very well then Sir, we shall see you at eight, as dinner is served promptly Sir", Mr. Wilton said in a happy tone.
I stood there and watched the two ponies gallop full speed, as Mr. Wilton kept cracking the whip above their heads. Now it was time to just relax and unwind, make some notes, wash up and perhaps change into something more fitting a proper dinner at the main house. Besides, I was rather curious to meet and speak with the owner and perhaps even a few of the men who had come to `'lease a slave or slaves".
Hell, I didn't even have to open the door; as my personal slave had it swinging open just as my hand reached for the door knob.
His naked beauty only caused me to think once again about Shaun. I wonder what Shaun's doing right this second, as I think of how gently he sucked my cock, and how warm my tongue found his rectum, as it darted in and out.
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