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Slave Albert Chapter 4
Last month of freedom
We established a pattern of online contact and contact by WhatsApp on alternative days. This was a pattern I established without consulting the slave. I have the slave create a timeline of its relationship with its adoptive parents from their first meeting to now as a task to complete within a first week. I was interested in the relationship it has with its adoptive mother and the adoptive father. This gave me lots of information which I used to reframe how I would do things once it moved to London, by converting its current negative experiences into future positive ones. An example of the new plan, which I wanted the slave to experience, is how it would move from limited social contact with its family to lots of quality contact with me.
I confirmed that I would be its family now though we also chat about the slave contacting its birth brother, which I said was an upside it can look forward to when it got to London. I said I had some contacts who could trace him and the slave supplied me with all of the details it knew. It was completing the slave journal and sending me photos of this as agreed. Our life together as Master and slave was falling into a solid routine which was consistent and predictable and is perfect for a slave.
It's interesting to think about what the role of structure for the slave as the slave Albert had a structure which was damaging to it as it came from a negative place . My goal for the slave was to be in absolute charge but equally give it what its need which its adoptive parents did not. From the outside it would look like the relationship with my slave was abusive but in the longer term it gave it what it so needed. Out of my control would be a safe space for the slave to grow and explore . Yes, there were times when it knew I was manipulating it . But equally this compared far more positively than what it had received from its adoptive parents. This would be an area we would explore as the story progresses.
In chatting to the slave, I realised for the first time that turning it into a drone may be counterproductive as it had lots to offer moving forward. The slave's physical appearance was slim but not muscular and I found it attractive. As explored in chapter 3, I had taken its measurements and encouraged it to go running and do daily exercise as I want it to get more muscle before it spends time in the cellar. As it would become a chav slave, I decided that I would give it mixed messages, i.e. do more exercise while also encouraging smoking and drinking. By the end of its first month in the cellar, I wanted it to be addicted to smoking and cheap vodka. I would be regularly increasing its addiction and then detoxing it, so I can have more control over it in the end. I would then hand out cigarettes when I wanted to all ways of reinforcing my control over it .
After 4 days, I showed it a printout of where it had been and got it to do a map of contacts. It took me through all the people it had seen. I told the slave to start reducing contact with the three friends it had so that it could focus more on me. It was to do this in a non-direct way, such as by not returning calls, rather than making a direct, confrontational issue out of it. I wanted it to disappear gradually and not in a way which would draw attention to it. Weekly, I also reviewed where it had been the previous week. We spent a lot of time discussing what happiness was and how the Master's job was to make a slave happy through serving. Ironically, I would of course ensure that the slave believed that it needed me as its Master to be happy. The slave said it could not imagine not having me as it's Master now which was an interesting comment. Psychologically there was no what could be called inter psychic conflict . The slave was clear about the path it had taken ( or the path that had been chosen for it ).
The slave acknowledged that it wanted to achieve something in its life and its only option to make a positive impact was through having a Master. The slave had realised that it needed to embrace pain and humiliation to enjoy serving. It asked could we do more of this once it was in training in London. It was very clear about its role and I identified its high-level purpose as making a Master's life better. I agreed it could do this and have a normal but controlled life. The slave in our conversation explored how it felt and the times it hated and loved me . It said something fascinating which was " even when u hurt me or abuse me or humiliate me I know I was meant to be your slave forever ". Now who could argue with that.
Once a week it was also sent to the gang's rented cottage. On arrival, it was told to strip then collared, given a drink containing powdered Viagra then put in a cage. It was then ignored and given the odd prod. It could watch videos of its commitment ceremony and then had to do a written reflection the next day each time it watched it. After each visit, it is let out of the cage and it played with the guys present in a non-fetish way, so it received lots of positive touch. It was massaged in each session. It was not allowed to speak -- even an "Oh fuck" when it achieved orgasm got it a prodding. This was the only sexual release it was allowed and it no longer touched its cock unless it needed to wash it.
The camera and video were always set up and took photos and video as needed. The slave would be introduced to the slut wall, which showed images of its journey, when it entered its Master's cellar. These photos and videos would be part of the slave's life once it was incarcerated in the cellar and of course more will be added to the wall over time.
On its last weekly visit before moving to London, I was there to greet it as a surprise and it only saw me that evening. I told it to strip and collared it. I then used it for a functional fuck and when chatting later told it how great it looked with longer hair and facial hair. What it did not know then was that it would have all of this removed as part of its training on day 1 of it moving into my cellar. We explored the training and it said it had worked out that it was being trained not to speak when in training. This was a perceptive comment and I explained that I wanted it to say as little as possible when in the fetish situation and even then only with permission.
I brought out the slut wall on my lap top and projected it onto the wall. We sat and explored all of the images and videos and we talked about its life and how it wanted to change. It looked very sad at one point and as I hugged it shrieked and started to shake. He made no sense but eventually it said `he raped me'. I did not probe I just hugged and he said that the adopted dad had raped him on the day the adoption went through . His adoptive mother knew as well. I did not say anything but a plan started to formulate which will be explored in later chapters .
As we cuddled, I also reminded it how much I loved it and how I needed the slave in my life. Its relationship with its adoptive parents was now barely surviving and I could understand better why this was now . They had told it that it could stay there until it went to university but they wanted no contact with it after that. So much for their Christian duty. We both knew we had an intense period of training in front of us as I told the slave my plans for the month before it started preparing for University. I also took some couple photos of us which I said I wanted to put up in the house without the slave's knowledge.
I gave it two letters, one of which it was told to open immediately. This contained first class tickets for us both to visit Euro Disney. I let it look at them and all of the attached vouchers. Whilst I might enjoy Euro Disney, it would probably appreciate a visit to the notorious Paris slave farm more. I kept the tickets on safety grounds. It was delighted with the planned trip as this was the first time that it had been abroad. It was also told to open the other letter at the start of its train journey to London.
On its last morning at the house a gang member pretended to be a taxi driver and took it to its local train station at a pre-arranged time. Its adoptive parents were not there to say good bye.
This is what was written inside the second letter:
Letter from its Master
`Dear slave,
We have been on a positive journey for the last two months and I can't wait to start your training and explore with you your deeper need for submission. I know we love each other, and I think we have a great basis for your training. Your old life has finished and by the time you read this, selective photos and videos will be with your adoptive parents. Similar things have been sent to your friends . Shortly one of my friends will be with you on the train to collect your mobile phone. You will give him the phone and charger and all the relevant passcodes and passwords. I have made it clear that I own you and I want to emphasise this from the beginning.
If you serve to the best of your ability you will have a great and luxurious life; if you piss me off you will spend every day locked in a cell being hurt and humiliated. When you have demonstrated your trust and need to serve I will provide you with new communication gear such as a phone and computer, the use of which I will closely monitor.'
At this point, one of the men that the slave had previously played with came up to the slave and it handed over its phone and passwords as requested. For the rest of its journey, the man was texting and messaging the slave's old friends to cut off contact by sharing the softer photos of its training, talking about its new life and emphasising how consensual the situation was. The messages also said if any of the slave's old friends wanted to be part of its training to get in touch in the next three hours. One of its friends did express an interest and he appears in a later instalment of the story. The phone was handed in at a lost property having all of its data deleted and the sim card removed.
The letter continues: `When I pick you up at the train station, you need to be reminded that you need permission for everything, getting in to the car, going to the toilet when at restaurant, etc. You certainly need permission to enter my house.
In conclusion, we will have a great life together and I can't wait to pick you up at the train station.'
MASTER
At Swindon, the guy that the slave knew told him they were getting off at Reading and to make sure that it had everything with it. He told him that his Master had decided to pick him up there.
I met the slave at Reading as it was escorted to me by the gang member. I drove off and checked in with the slave and knew that all was OK. I parked in a lay by after 20 minutes and gave the slave a plastic sealed beaker. I said there was a sedative in it, and I wanted the slave to drink it and then get into the boot. It was to take all of its clothes off and hand them to me. It did this and the boot was closed. I then ripped all of the clothes and cut the trainers and all of its possessions from its bag and opened the boot and threw them in. I told it that its life has changed now, it has nothing and it was a slave. I controlled all aspects of its life. The boot was closed again, and I drove onward to my house.