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Chapter 6 The slave in the cellar
Before I left the lay by, I contacted Master Jones and told him my approximate time of arrival. When I got there, I drove into the garage and we took the nude slave Albert down to the cellar. I wanted to have a familiar face that it would recognise, and obviously slave David would be in the cellar as well, not that its face would be that familiar because of the changes that had been made to it. We carried slave Albert into the cellar and when it woke up, it would see slave David; a very different slave David as it was now half covered in black ink. We had left the left side of it as it was so slave Albert would recognise what I could do.
I took photos of Albert clothed then stripped it and took more nude photos. We stripped it of all jewellery and clothes and put them on a pile. We then carefully removed all of its body hair by trimmer, shaving cream and razor, so it knew what a slave looked like when it woke up. It was smooth and I had removed all of the mirrors prior to its arrival so it would not know what it looked like after its transformation until I decided it's time. The type and style of body hair it kept was a control mechanism and I would teach the slave that this was something I absolutely controlled.
I brought down the other possessions and added them to the other items. Certain more sentimental items, such as anything of a personal nature, were put on one side to reinforce my power. Items here included the computer, certificates and so on. Once the slave had seen them these would be removed without explanation. It was put into its cage in a way so that its cunt was positioned near the cage edge which would be used shortly. When it started to wake up, I put a peeled ginger root in both its cunt and slave David's so I could gauge their reaction. Slave David was fully masked as I did not want it to see that its former Master was in the cellar
Slave Albert started to talk about the burning sensation but this was a good opportunity to finish off my glass of champagne which I had brought down with me. It was important that the slave saw me and the other Master drinking champagne as it woke up. The slave said nothing and kneeled, it felt the metal collar and cuffs which had been locked upon its body. When slave Albert began to come to its senses, it said pain in its cunt was beyond its limit. As it spoke without permission it was prodded. I reminded it that it cannot speak without permission. This however was no ordinary prodding; I wanted to once and for all emphasise that prodding was a brutal and painful punishment and one which can continue until I decided otherwise. I reminded the slave that there was no getting away from the pain. All parts of its body were available to me and I ensured that its 3 holes were used as prod points.
I told it "Let this be the start of your training slave, you are now an owned slave. I will do with you what I want. I have two options as to what I do to you; you could get trained by me for a month and then reintegrate into society, or you could stay here in this cellar as an owned slave, where the only time you leave is when I sell you on. I will make that decision at the end of the month".
I opened the cage, added a lead to its collar and cuffed both its ankles together along with its wrists. The slave said "I thought you loved me" and it was prodded again and slapped in the face . I replied "I do but my love is focussed on causing you pain and humiliation and also being in control. You are and never will be my equal. How this moves forward will be decided by me based on how u behave ".
I led it to the toilet to douche and cleaned it out while also putting some salve in its cunt. Slave David still had the ginger root in its cunt, so I did at least put a glove on and remove the root. It did not need a douche as I had much else to do and the residual pain would be good learning for it . Master Jones left the cellar at this point.
I brought slave Albert over to slave David and took slave David's mask off. Before I said anything, I slapped slave Albert with my leather gloves. I put it into the kneeling position again and told it not to move.
I had to do it eight times before it learnt to stay still. I was not happy with its attitude, so I locked it onto the fuck bench and then reddened its arse with a nice leather paddle. Not the best start to its training but I did not give a fuck. It then received six strokes with the cane. I took photos of it crying whilst this was all being recorded; it would be far more humiliating for me if I told it to open its eyes more, move its chin and smile at the camera. After the caning, it was raped as I was not impressed with its attitude. A slave needs to learn that a smooth entry is at its Masters discretion. I dismounted the slave and gave it another caning. I shouted at the slave `Fucking act as if you enjoying it slave .In future churn your cunt to show me how much u need to be controlled and used ".
I then rolled it over on the fuck bench and asked it did it recognise slave David as they had met before. It recognised the tattoos and said, "that was a slave who I have met before". I reminded it to use it not I when it spoke about itself. I explained to slave David that it had more tattooing to be done and then it would be shipped away in a week. I then locked slave David into some stocks and left after re-masking it. I returned with Master Jones and we then fucked slave Albert, plugged its cunt and left it on the fuck bench for more training later.
I left fresh water for it and encouraged it to drink. I wanted it hungry for the next part of its training on the next day. After a good fucking, we then again had a competition to see who could redden the arse cheeks more. I reminded the slave "this was only day one of your training. If you do not listen, there would be lots more pain and you would be sold on." The only choice it had now was to perform better so it could stay or else it could be sold. Its behaviour would determine what would happen to it.
During the night we had used slave David, and slave Albert was ignored apart from being told a slave do not initiate conversations, it was told "if it does, it loses its vocal cords". There was three parts to slave Albert's next day but most importantly some clarity about its role and purpose, which would involve a thrashing and what I will call the chav test.
The next day we ate our breakfast in front of the slaves. We ignored slave David for the day. Slave Albert was told to get out of its cage and was put on a lead and douched. It kneeled by its old clothes and its suitcase, all of which had been cut into pieces. It was made to load them all into a metal cask and then given a match to drop in. We did not explain anything as no explanation was needed; this was part of its rebirth. Its personal effects were removed from the cellar. The slave was told to write its passwords correctly for key accounts which we were to explore over the next day, getting as much data as possible on the slave's prior existence. Once we had extracted the data, its old computer was smashed up in front of it. I think the slave was not amused by my comment that slaves did not need computers.
I explained that slaves did not need to be showered so it would be living in its own sweat and stains for the next month. I explained I would say more about this after its thrashing. It crawled over to the spreadable chains and was chained up as tight as we could manage. We then left with no explanation. We only went down into the cellar again when it had pissed on the floor which we saw through the video camera. I told it "I was going to give you pain for my pleasure but now you need to be punished first. The standard slave punishment is the cane. This will make the thrashing more effective and painful, but you can blame yourself for what happens next". I slapped it with full force on its face three times with my leather gloves. I said "if you want to be treated like a dirty animal so be it. That is how you will be treated from now on".
Whilst I knew I was attached to the slave I was most interested in a perfect slave being reintegrated back into society. If it could not, I would sell it on and start over again. For me it was the need for submission and control, and being slim which were the key deciders. By the end of this month, it would either become a perfect slave or it would be sold on. It would have no chance to exert any autonomy and if it did, this would be beaten out of it. I would even use its psyche against it as I wanted a compliant, focussed and submissive slave.
I said "you are now going to receive a thrashing slave, from two strong Masters. This lesson will teach you that we can do what we want as you have seen how we have degraded slave David".
The thrashing took six hours as we had lots of breaks. I liked it that the slave tried to talk, and it knew I enforced strict silence. It was kneed in its balls until it vomited then gagged as we carried on. I regularly gave it drinks; sometimes vodka and sometimes water with Viagra mixed in. We only stopped when I saw absolute fear in its eyes and its body demeanour . I told slave Albert that it would receive this full body attention weekly until I was satisfied that it had totally submitted to it . Eventually it was taken back to its cage after it was ordered to piss in the drain, all while crawling of course. An hour later we set slave David up on the fuck bench, then I ordered slave Albert to thrash it. It did not do so immediately so it was prodded.
I told it "I gave you an order slave and you will do it immediately. The goal of this month's training is for you to not think but to act instantly". Following the thrashing it gave David, it was then put back in the cage. The thrashing was of course videoed and edited to show Albert as a willing accomplice.
When it woke up the next day, I let it out of its cage and took it over to a corner where I had some of my piss in a glass for it. I said it could talk freely and talk it did. We cuddled as we chatted. It said "it had thought something like this might happen but not so quickly. It knew it needed to become a slave". I told it that there will be lots of times when it hates me but I did want it to attend university, even though I was still unsure about this.
I told it that it might be more comfortable living in a cage. I reminded it that the contract was absolute, and I owned it completely. I took it over to a bed with a thin pillow and quilt on. I stretched it in to a bondage position which was nice and tight. As it now had an erection, I thought I might as well take advantage of this so I edged it and then brought it to a glorious orgasm. The slave came in my mouth and we shared its slave spunk and cuddled, which is a good contrast to its brutal treatment the previous day. This ongoing mixture of experiences for the slave was constant so it did not know how I would act next.
I loosened the arm and leg bondage on one side and then went to get a suitcase which had a series of Disney princesses on it which I explained was full of chav gear. I told the slave I had decided that it would become a chav slave which would be a conflict for it as I knew it did not like the look; however, it is non-negotiable as I wanted a chav slave. In terms of its chav gear I had not spent much money on goods as all was bought from cheap shops so when it appeared in public with other chavs it would look like a cheap copy. All of the gear was black tracksuits with some cheap jewellery and cheap trainers . I had bought 12 outfits including trainers for just less than a 1000 pounds. I had bought 12 sets of CK underwear which was my favourite which I knew the slave would model for my benefit . I decided that the slave would have a short hair cut and I would get a bar code put on its neck above its collar line so it could be seen . When the tattooist and I discussed the new tattoo . He suggested that he lazer 3 cms by 3 cms on the skull of the slave and then the bar code could be put in that space so it could always be seen .
I left it with a box of cigarettes and a lighter, which said chav, and I told it that I wanted it to smoke 20 a day and once it had smoked its quota, it would be fed. I made it plain so that if it did not work out with slave Albert, these clothes would be recycled for the next slave. Its only look from now on was as a chav and this meant that certain environments were no longer acceptable for it.
I slapped its face and asked "do you understand slave?". It replied it did and it would comply. It said that it understood psychologically it needed to be totally dependent on me but was also unsure how I would respond. I told the slave that we were back to it not speaking until I rescinded that order. Somethings I made very clear, i.e. if a slave speaks without permission, it will be prodded. Cause and effect.
I left it with lots of water, by the time I was at the video screen upstairs it had started its first cigarette. It had taken 7 hours to go through the twenty. I would need to set a rule in the future that it must make sure all of the cigarette was smoked. I fished out 5 used cigarettes which still had some life left in them and it smoked them in front of me. I went to get some food which was a smoothie full of essential vitamins and minerals. I loosened the chains and it crawled behind me so I could sit on my seat and it could sit between my legs. Once it had finished its smoothie, I told it to suck my cock and bring me to orgasm. It was then ordered back on to the bed. I was in the mood to humiliate the slave further so I had a shit then sat on a rimming chair and told the slave a new order eg toilet paper was what it said it was . I was rimmed for an hour and thoroughly enjoyed the experience as by prodding the slave I got extra attention to my anus . When I had finished with it I rechained it in the cage and then left the room.
Later, the tattooist and I entered, and I told the slave that there were some modifications to be performed and I wanted it to be silent. Firstly, it had a spidery S tattoo which was placed on its neck, the S would not show if a collar was being worn. Then it had the word "slave" tattooed where its pubes would have been. It then had a Prince Albert piercing, a scrotal ladder and its nipples pierced with bars. This was all performed at a slow pace and not rushed so the slave could absorb the pain and reflect after each transformation. The ending was perfect as it involved the lasering and bar code tattoo.
I explored with the slave what impact the transformation had been on it, and it said it was torn as it hoped it would be my boyfriend first but it knew it was a slave first now, and when it was tattooed this reminded it of that. I explained that over the next month its behaviour would determine whether it went to university or stayed in its cage. I said that if it stayed in its cage then when I get bored with it, I would sell it on. I also told it that I had put plans in place to enslave its adoptive father. I told it had done well so far but now the tattooist needed its payment, so it was stretched out on the bed and its cunt was placed over its head and both of us used it one at a time.
As I watched the tattooist fuck the slave, the slave looked bored. I asked the tattooist to dismount for a second and told the tattooist that the slave needed some petrol in its tank. The tattooist asked "Did it have any ideas?". It said nipple clamps and caning. We tossed a coin with heads representing caning. I won that so it had six of the best caning and it was crying. It unfortunately did not count the first one, so I reminded it about counting games and it started again. It was crying by the time I finished. The tattooist then got some clamps, and these were locked onto its nipples which were freshly pierced. The tattooist mounted the slave and this time used the tension of the chain attached to the clamps to tell the slave to either tighten or loosen its cunt.
When we finished, I was so annoyed for the slaves attitude that I decided that further punishment is needed . I put on a pair of rubber gloves, went outside and cut some nettles. These were then cut into small pieces and the slave was wanked with them and its balls covered with them. We left it there for the night. I was not impressed with the slave's behaviour and I verbally abused it and told it at the end of every day I would let it know if it was "university" or "cage". Today was "cage" and if it got three of either in a row then its fate would be decided.
We did not go down to the cellar the next day until lunchtime. We masked slave Albert after hosing it down and then put it side by side next to slave David. It could then hear slave David being used all day. The tattooist and I discussed if the session to modify slave David could be done in one go and he agreed to it as long as he had three fucks. The session with slave David took seven hours so I left them to it. A few hours later I unchained my slave and took it to the leather settee area.
My slave and I sat in the corner and had a cuddle, it was quite light, and we chatted about his time since being collared; it admitted it loved it apart from the pain. It was smoking in front of me and it modelled some of the chav clothes for me. I also used the opportunity to go through what it had signed. I finally got a mirror and showed it what it looked like. I then got the camera and took more photos and then inspected its piercings and put cream on all of them. I told it that it could not speak. I told it that its journey of submission would continue tomorrow, and it would be branded tomorrow with an S on its left arse cheek.
The next morning the slave David was caged and was shipped out, and I could now focus on my slave. Before it left, I chained it up and with a pointer talked slave Albert through the modifications done on the slave. I explained all of the modifications in detail and then identified others which had not been done (but could have been done) to slave David such as silicon implements, castration, feminisation, etc. I used a laptop to show photos of these so that the slave could see that nothing was impossible when it came to transforming a slave. With slave David gone, the slave moved around with a ball and chain and so was allowed to walk but its movements were restricted.
I had thought about making the branding an open event but in the end, it was just my slave and I, and we had a personal day. Rather than procrastinating, once it was douched and had pissed (as I wanted its inside clean), it was placed into bondage in a spread-eagle position. I had an electro brander, so I plugged it in, waited for the light to change and pressed it into slave Albert's arse for 10 seconds. I told the slave to scream as much as it could when it was being branded. The S brand had a nice clean edge. Slave Albert had some cold water thrown on the branded area and was left on the fuck bench for an hour. For the next 24 hours, it was put on my bed so I could check the brand frequently and I regularly put antiseptic on it. After 24 hours, the brand was healing well and slave Albert was returned to the cage for 9 days until we went away ( which is described in the next chapter ). On its return to the cellar, I chained it face up and had an S brand put near its nipple. This S was smaller than the one on its arse, but it complimented its chest and nipple perfectly.
The branding had confirmed my view that I wanted a lifestyle slave who encompassed both time in regular society and time in a cage but always controlled by me. I ordered it to say if asked about the brand it was to celebrate the slaves love for its Master . Wherever appropriate it was ordered to identify itself publicly as a owned slave .For the next week, it had a precise schedule of being put in and out of its cage for different activities, such as exercise, being fucked and meals. I wanted it to get the idea that it had no control over its day or how it was used. It has now become a very compliant slave. I made sure it did not get anything, either "university" or "cage" three times in a row, so I could still enforce elements of anxiety it had about its future. The slave was never forewarned about activities such as the branding but that was because I wanted the slave to worry about it overnight .
We talked about the messages that I had arranged to be sent to its adoptive mother and felt that we could annoy her further by having the slave sending her a postcard. The slave already knew that I was going to enslave its adopted father but during our chat, it asked that its adoptive mother be enslaved as well. Regarding its adoptive father, I made arrangements with the gang members who were specialised in training slaves who were unfit and said I would have the male slave in about six weeks after its exercise programme. The focus on the training schedule would be fitness and control so it would have no sexual training until I started this aspect of its new life. It would be collared and cuffed with permanent metal.
The card to its adoptive mother from Albert said:
"I can't bring myself to call you parents after how you treated me, the beatings and canings and the exclusion by being sent to the barn. I know you always suspected that I was gay which I am pleased to confirm that I am. I am more than that; I am an owned male slave to a wonderful Master. He loves me and makes me feel special. I have contacted the university, not that you know where I am going as you took no interest, so that you cannot get my details. I have also informed all government departments so you can never contact me again. Yesterday my Master fucked me twice. I felt loved and safe. He is my new daddy and I will worship him forever.
P.S. I have put videos of me shitting on a bible online -- see if you can find them."
I thought this was a brilliant card and it was sent the next day. Now, whenever the slave was by itself, it had tasks to do, such as keeping the cellar clean and tidy. We had built up a collection of photos through its journey so every day I gave it new ones to add to its wall display. I had set up a slide show of 20 slides showing its transformation. I regularly updated this but often would show it where it had started from and where it was that day. I explored lots of ideas with it to see how it responded. It continued to embrace its chav life and now might be a good time to explore how this worked for the slave.
In its down time I lent the slave my iPad, and it explored chav life in terms of behaviours and expectations. It had to provide reflections ( using the journal I had given it some weeks ago ) on what it meant and how the groupings worked. I set up a profile for it under the name chavslave on Recon, and explored with others how it could be used. We (although this was mostly me) chatted to other chav submissive and others who wanted to dominate chavs. I used photos of the slave from the collection of photos and the conversations we had about being a chav in the chats I had with the others. I also sent lots of photos of it being used so it could be exposed out there. I made some useful contacts and some of these would be potential additions to my stable. Lots of them were timewasters so I told them to fuck off at the first opportunity.
On what would be its last night in the Uk I chatted to it on camera for 2 hours and asked it to explore its feelings on its experiences since we had started to chat in April. By now it was ingrained in it to be honest and it was brutally honest . It loved the quality time we had together but struggled with my indifference to it at times . It was working through these feelings and wanted to be a slave more than anything . It asked if it could hurt its adoptive father in its training . To which I agreed .
I showed the slave where we would be going tomorrow and what my plans were for it in the next ten days . This part of the story will appear in Chapter 7 .