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Corporate Slavery, Chapter 3
The next morning, I woke up and immediately checked my phone to see if the confirmation of mikey's arrival at the Slave Training facility had come in. To my surprise, david and dick were both kneeling in position waiting. Both looked worse for the wear. Lips swollen, eyes blood shot, hair still matted with dried cum and david's tongue was grey, from ash I assumed.
With a snap, david's head disappeared under the sheets and soon my morning piss was flowing while dick was holding the lighter for me to fire up my morning cigar. After my piss stopped david waited for the signal to begin draining my balls but I had other things on my mind this morning, so I just kicked it off my cock and got my day started.
After sitting down at the dining table, bitch brought out my breakfast, a French Cheddar Omelet with Crispy Roasted Potatoes and Grilled Sausage. It was the first time I had seen bitch since the whipping and if it wasn't a broken slave before last night, it was now. The welts and bruises extended from its knees to neck. Especially bad were the cuts that wrapped around its back and crisscrossed its tits.
I couldn't resist reaching up and flicking its nipple. The bitch barely stayed standing, but it didn't make a sound. From the corner of my eye, I watched both david and dick flinch expecting their nuts to get buzzed like last night.
While I ate, bitch retreated to the kitchen while david knelt at the side of my chair with my cigar balanced on the corners of its mouth. In the corner was dick kneeling and trying to stay in position, although it was swaying quite bad. Once finished, I pushed away from the table, grabbed my cigar, and walked into the den to my desk.
When I work from home I have a system. To my left, david kneels mouth open for ashes, spit, snot, or whatever I need to dispose of really. Under my desk, dick's head is held in a metal sling like device that allows it to just hold the tip of my cock inside his lips, when I am soft of course. Its hands are secured into metal restraints that have an automatic locking feature. On the sides of the opening under my desk are more metal straps that dick pushes its legs into. Once locked, dick is completely unable to move, and a green light appears on the base of lamp on my desk. Not until I push the red button next to the light will the metal straps unlock to free dick. While all this may seem a bit much, having a slave under the desk can be very distracting at times and with dick firmly locked and immobile I find I can still concentrate on work without having the slave break my concentration by moving or fidgeting.
I was well into my second meeting when the notification came across my phone that mikey's initial processing had begun. This got my attention fast and that worthless manager got let off because I wanted out of the meeting. I did, however, make a note to have him demoted from executive food service to graveyard janitorial.
Logging into my secured website, I was able to watch as a frightened looking young man was led into the initial room to be processed. Just like his two older brothers, mikey was read the legal notice that made him a slave. While mikey knew for over a year this day would come, the weight of it was overwhelming and I could see it on his face.
Calling bitch into the room, I made it stand there and watch on the big monitors its youngest son being told it was from this day forward property and that I was its owner. A tear ran from bitch's stoic face and a small shiver ran down its body as I leaned back forcing my cock balls deep into dick's immobile pussy mouth and motioned for david to fetch me a new cigar and bourbon.
I cancelled the rest of my meetings today and cleared my schedule. This was going to be too good to miss even a moment.
I made bitch kneel and watch as mikey's clothes were taken from it. As its body was photographed to document. Then the doctor and guards measured mikey's arms, legs, neck size, distance between nipples, cock length both soft and hard (which took some work by a fluffer slave), ball stretch and length from its asshole to its balls. It was very humiliating for mikey and bitch, but david seemed unphased and dick could only hear what was going on.
While a person has to be at least 18 to go into a tattoo shop or piercing shop, if they are a slave, they can be tattooed and pierced at the request of their owner. And by law, the slave's registration code must be applied to the base of the neck right above the shoulder blades. The guards forcible placed mikey onto the metal table and restrained it on its stomach with its face being secured over a hole on one end. Then a robotic arm lowered and after verifying the location, applied the bar code that marked all slaves.
Following the laser etched tattoo, slave mikey was flipped over and secured on its back. When bitch, david and dick went through their slave processing, I really didn't have a plan for them other than I wanted to teach bitch a lesson. Having now owned slaves for a year, I did have plans for mikey. And those plans started with some jewelry; to be more precise, a Prince Albert, nipple rings, a tongue stud, nose ring, and a solid ring in the guiche.
Now the more experienced owners know why the first and last piercings are the most important, because I can lock the PA to the guiche ring, and it becomes a chastity devise.
The other piercings were more about my pleasure and mikey's humiliation.
And to be clear, when the piercing of mikey's cock was done and I could watch its whole-body tense and the color drain from both mikey's and bitch's face, I came in dick's throat. My cock had penetrated so far in, my cum completely bypassed its mouth. It was extremely satisfying.
Next mikey was taken into another room. I had to change camera feeds so by the time the images caught up, they already had mikey standing in a metal rigging that pulled its feet as wide as they would go, and its wrists up and out, think spread eagle. There was an attendant in the room with a pad of some kind checking the orders for this slave, permanent hair removal, body, and head.
The attendant went to a cabinet on the wall returned with goggles, and a mouth guard, which reminded me of the guards they used to help the slaves learn to suck cock better, that he quickly put in place. Then the guard said something to mikey, which I could only assume was not to move or allow them to fall. Then reaching for a hose and nozzle that appeared to come from the ceiling, he sprayed a foamy liquid all over mikey. He paid extra attention to the groin and ass crack and after liberally spraying mikey's full head of dark hair, he reached up with his gloved hands and scrubbed it in.
I made a note on my pad, have all cameras replaced with better quality and include sound.
The foam must have burned because mikey was wiggling and twisting in the metal restraints. I could see the pain on mikey's face. This was more than I had hoped for. The foam must take time to do whatever it is designed to do because the attendant left it on for about 15 minutes. This was agony for bitch to watch. Its youngest son is in so much pain and suffering because it was too stupid do the right thing in the beginning and just let me buy its company.
Finally, the attendant returned and grabbed another hose from the ceiling and started spraying mikey with some serious pressure. Even with the poor video quality, I could see the dark lines of hair that were washing off the new slave's body. When his head was sprayed, all his long dark hair disappeared, washed away like dirt. Even the slave's eyebrows were gone, something I hadn't intended to do. I will have to see about having them restored at some point if I can.
Lastly the nozzle went south to mikey's ass and groin. I need to make sure the trainers know not to stick that nozzle too deep in the future, how can we sell a slave and claim it's a virgin if it had water nozzles plunged deep into its cunt?
Now fully dehaired the attendant grabbed one last nozzle and a mist like liquid came out that seemed to soothe the slave. After being covered in the mist, mikey no longer struggled against the restraints.
Two guards entered the room and released mikey from the metal bondage and half escorted, half drug it from the room. I lost mikey's processing at this point, but I can't image what other processing there was to do. So, I dismissed bitch to go back to its duties and sent david away. I pushed away from the desk and after standing up, hit the red button on my lamp that released dick.
I walked out of the den and decided that I needed to work out before heading to the club house tonight. It's nice having a gym in the condo, I can work out naked, smoking a cigar and when I am done, the slaves can clean the equipment and me. If I had known how much I would enjoy this lifestyle, I would have done it a long time ago.
Getting dressed for the club was always fun. The Board of Directors were meeting tonight, and I wanted to see if they would be open to making a few changes. The club is incredibly old and very antiquated in some of it polices. While slaves were allowed in the club to serve their owners in non-sexual ways, slaves were not allowed to be traded or loaned to others. It was also not allowed for slaves to be naked and called for slaves to wear clothing "that covers the slaves nipples and genitalia with no revealing features." The club also frowned on punishing slaves in public and if a slave needed to be punished, it had to be removed to an appropriate location for such activities.
My goal was to help the board draft newer guidelines that were more in keeping with the lifestyle I have learned to enjoy.
Business dress was required, and I found that the club was a great place to network and meet with other businessmen quietly and off the books. I also found that many of the other businessmen in the club were similarly minded and shared my belief that the expansion of the slave class could help grow the economy, and secretly make us richer.
I decided I would take david with me tonight, out of the slaves, it provides the best ashtray service, and I wanted to put that on display during the meeting. So once dressed, david was instructed to put on its approved onesie and then assemble all the supplies I like to care when I go out: cigars, lighter and clippers, flask, wallet, business cards, cash, comb, business phone, data pad, and some small packets of lube. Most of these are easily stored in a small brief case that david carries, but I keep the wallet, cash, phone and flask on my person. If I am going to an event that is more liberal, I have found putting the cigars in a plastic tube and inserting them into david's ass works well. It gives me a reason to play with its cunt in public while not in a sexual way, and it heats the cigar to body temperature, so the cigar smokes better.
It also humiliates david to be seen and used as a slave in public. These are the men, boys, and people that david had once called friends and colleagues. Now he calls them SIR, even the janitors and others he used to ignore.
Once in the limo, I made david light me a fresh cigar before taking my cock out and placing it in its mouth. Shortly after my cock got into its mouth I let loose with a wicked piss. It was important that there be no spots on my pants or crotch so david knew I would punish it severely if even a single spot was visible. There was no warning and david did a decent job of swallowing fast enough to avoid spilling and of keeping its mouth sealed around my cock. But when I was done it was gasping for breath.
After that david simply held my cock in its mouth while I leaned back and contemplated the strategy for this board meeting. The simple answer was to buy the board. I could give them gifts and get the changes I wanted passed. But where's the fun in that? Second, I could get a seat on the board myself. Again, not that hard to do, but I already have so many commitments that I didn't want to add to them. So that leaves the hard way, persuasion.
Being a natural orator, this shouldn't be too hard, but most of these old men on the board are as resistant to change as they are to reality. They still remember the time before slavery. They think of slavery as something new. But it's not. Slavery is as old as humanity.
Rich people have owned poor people since the free market was created.
During the industrial revolution, people were paid mere pennies on the dollar. The labor they did was deliberately underpaid to keep them from advancing in life and to keep them stuck where they were. Too poor to quit or change jobs because they lived paycheck to paycheck. That's slavery, albeit in a different form.
Now a days with overpopulation and greater regulations, our government has seen fit to bring back slavery as a way of punishment. Prisons are saved for the worst of the worst and the value of a person has been recognized and monetized. A person has the right to sell itself into slavery and designate the proceeds to another person or cause. Just as the courts have the right to use a person's worth to compensate the people that person has harmed or defrauded. If you want to really think about it, it's the ultimate expression of personal rights.
Now all I need to do is convince these old farts that I'm right and they need to see the world my way. If they don't, or can't, then I will just have to help them like I did bitch.
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