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The Slave Center: Guest Speaker Series by slave 7
The Slave Center is the largest retailer of slaves in the USA. It was one of the first to appear after the passage of The Real Slave Act in 2049, and it quickly grew to a national chain. Not only does the Slave Center market a fine array of slaves, they are also the nation's leading slave training center and the nation's leading slave intake center, at which slaves of all walks of life surrender themselves to their truest calling, to their truest sense of self, to their destiny as one born to be a slave. It's in their DNA is the current understanding. It is their destiny to be servants in slavery, and they embrace this destiny and like it.
At most of their retail outlets, and certainly those in all the major urban areas, the Slave Center present a Guest Speaker series, in which noted slave owner and slaves themselves come to share their experiences. The series in primarily for employees of the Slave Center and the slaves currently in their charge, but should seats be available for any one event, tickets are put up for sale to the general public.
The Slave Center, Los Angeles, Guest Speaker Series: Master Aaron Garcia of Fresh and Natural Farms Presents Work-Pig Slavery
The announcement for today's guest speaker had caught young Master Kevin's interest. As a student in the Slave Center's Mastery Program, Master Kevin had heard of Master Aaron Garcia and of Fresh and Natural Farms, and while many thought Master Aaron Garcia's brand of slavery extreme, Master Kevin held a different opinion.
Fresh and Natural Farms is located in the northern reaches of San Diego County and serves grocery stores and farmer's markets throughout the Southern California region and beyond. Young Master Kevin had never actually been there, but he had heard stories about it and was very, very interested. In fact, he thought perhaps one day he might be employed as an overseer at Fresh and Natural Farms.
So, it was with great excitement that Master Kevin readied himself for Master Garcia's presentation before he and his fellow Mastery student and friend, Master Jeremy, made their way to the Slave Center Amphitheater.
Master Kevin had walked excitedly into The Slave Center and to his student locker, where he changed out of his street clothes and into his Mastery of Slaves pants. As it was a warm summer day, he chose the short pants rather than the slacks. These shorts end just above the knees but were still complete with the same open crotch area, like chaps, which helped to accentuate his tan-colored leather jock even more. He decided not to wear his boots but rather put on black leather sandals. And as is common for any Mastery student at The Slave Center, he left his upper body unclothed. He did, however, put on the required black armband name tag, stating Master Kevin, Level 2, which fit over his right bicep. Finally, he wrapped his Mastery tool belt around his waist, left the locker room and started down the hall, where he met up with fellow Mastery student and friend, Master Jeremy.
Jeremy was similarly clad, but with long pants, the same genital pouch, or jock, and the same lack of shirt. He wore his high black boots with his pants tucked in, completing the image of power and masculinity. Unlike Master Kevin, who had little upper body hair, Master Jeremy was a hairy man-beast, with thick fur over not only his chest but also much of his back. Also, Master Jeremy almost always, as he did now, carry a small whip, which he kept rolled up and hanging from his tool belt. At 6'3", he made quite an imposing figure. Master Jeremy had about 10 years in age and about 5 inches in height on Master Kevin. The two enjoyed each other's company and liked talking about their classes and the slaves they had seen or worked with. Still, the two Masters were quite different. While Master Kevin saw himself working largely with male slaves, he didn't see himself as homosexual. He was bisexual, at best. In fact, the only way in which he ever felt aroused over a male was if the male was a slave. Master Jeremy, on the other hand, was a homosexual with an unabashed interest in males. He wanted one for his very own, though he knew he would probably never be able to afford one. So, he was working toward a career in which he could exercise his interest and skills with faggots.
"I am really looking forward to this," Master Jeremy reminded Master Kevin. "Work-pig slaves. That sure sounds like faggot-slavery to me!"
"Yeah, well, we'll see. I don't care if his slaves are faggots or not. I'm really interested in this speaker because he's going to talk about owning slaves for agriculture," was Master Kevin's casual reply. Master Jeremy knew all about Master Kevin's plan to be an overseer of agricultural slaves.
"Master Cindy, my friend in Level One," Master Jeremy continued, "Says she has a friend who graduated from Level Three last year, and that guy told her that this work-pig slaves guy presented the most strict sense of slavery she ever heard of. He has a ranch in San Diego County somewhere, and the whole thing is worked by slaves, except he calls them work-pigs."
The auditorium, which seats about 400, was only about two-thirds full. Masters Kevin and Jeremy sat in the mid-range area and left an empty seat between them, to afford some man-spreading. It was only natural for a man to spread his legs and give space for his goods. Sitting midrange in the auditorium was their favorite, as it gave them a good view of the stage and also put them almost at eye-level with the screen that showed up close views of what was happening on the stage.
The stage curtains were open, and the only thing on the stage was what appeared to be a simple floor mat. The screen above was active, showing a close up of the mat area. The house lights were on, but the presentation was about to start. The doors to the hallways were closed, the house lights came down, and Master Simon Hargrove, the General Manager of the Los Angeles Slave Center walked on stage. He gave a little wave and said, "Hello everyone. Thank you for being here. Every year we have this gentleman come and present for our Master of Slaves Level Two students. His name is Master Aaron Garcia. His family owns Fresh and Natural Farms, a successful agricultural business that has been going for over 100 years. He learned his mastery skills and perspectives not from The Slave Center, but from his own father, who learned it from his father, who learned it on his own, by trial and error, before The Slave Center came into being. Yes, it was before The Real Slavery Act, but all slaves on the farm were there voluntarily, so it wasn't true slavery. Don't worry, it was legal.
The presentation you are about to see, Work-Pig Slavery, is both one of the most controversial we schedule for our Level Two Mastery Program, but also one of the favorites. It all depends on your perspective of what a slave is, and what a slave can or should be.
Master Aaron Garcia owns slaves, which he calls work-pigs. He is a strict and demanding master who expects to get a lot out of his slaves. His slaves appear to love and worship him, but you be the judge. So, now, so you can hear it directly from the source, please welcome, the owner of Fresh and Natural Farms, Master Aaron Garcia. As the audience clapped, Master Hargrove shook Master Aaron Garcia's hand and left the stage.
Master Aaron Garcia came out on the stage with a slave in tow. Master Garcia held a 6 foot light steel chain leash, which was attached to his property's nose ring. Master Aaron nodded to the audience casually and led his slave to the mat at the center of the stage floor, where he then ordered the slave to kneel. The slave knelt with knees fairly wide apart and with his hands behind his back. Master Aaron removed the leash from the slave's nose ring and took a step or two to the side and front of the slave. He left the bit tightly lodged in the slave's mouth. He said, "Stay," to the slave, and then faced the crowd.
Master Kevin was already intrigued. He liked the look of the slave: about 40 years old or so, in very fit condition, hairless on head and body, nude but for collar and restraints on his wrists and ankles, large nose ring at least 2 inches in diameter, a cinch ring at the base of his genitals, and nipple shields. This last item may have stayed on the slave body via piercings, but Master Kevin could not see for sure. Perhaps they stayed on simply because the slave's nipples, which were extraordinarily large, protruded through the holes in the shields and jutted out at least a full inch. The slave's nipples were as full and plump as any female nipples. The circular shields, themselves nearly 3 inches in diameter at their outer edge, also served, as Master Kevin learned later, as health monitoring devices, reading blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature and more. Still, thought Master Kevin, they did aesthetically enhance the appearance of the slave and accentuate those very large slave nipples. Master Kevin already wanted to reach down and take hold of those nips and hold them tightly.
Master Aaron Garcia's voice interrupted Master Kevin's thoughts. "Good afternoon everybody. I am Master Aaron Garcia and I own 68 slaves, all of which I purchased from The Slave Center. Thank you for having me here today. It is an honor for me to come to The Slave Center each year and share how slavery figures into my business model and my way of life. This year, though, I have an extra motivation to speak with you all, as I will be looking to hire overseers in the coming months. So, if you like what you see today and think you may be interested in working at Fresh and Natural Farms as an overseer, I invite you to apply.
As I said, I currently own 68 slaves, and 23 of them are work-pigs. All of my slaves reside at Fresh and Natural Farms, and my work-pigs are almost never taken off the property. So, it is a different kind of day for any work-pig I choose to bring with me here to The Slave Center for their wonderful Guest Speaker Series.
As you see, I have one of my work-pigs right here. This is the first time this pig has been off Fresh and Natural Farms in 14 years, since I first added it to my herd. In all that time it has never worn a stitch of clothing and has never done anything outside of laboring on my farm. As my property, that is what it is going to do. I am here today to tell you about this work-pig's life, how I master it, how it lives, and how it all works well for both myself and my work-pigs.
Master Kevin noted the use of the terms "pig" and "it". This was a bit new to his way of thinking, but he did not object. In fact, something deep inside himself felt very okay with the terms. Why shouldn't he look at a slave as a different type of creature than himself? Perhaps we are honoring, and truly seeing, a slave for what it is when we call it an animal. Perhaps it is the only polite and decent thing to do. The alternative would be to deprive the slave of being fully seen and, therefore, of being properly cared for.
Master Aaron stepped toward his slave. The Master seemed very careful to not step in the way of the audience or the camera so that everyone could have full frontal view of his slave. Master Aaron reached out and took the slave's chin in his right hand. He lifted the chin slightly. The slave looked up at its Master, its gag keeping its mouth somewhat open as its nose ring hung down below its lips. Master Aaron looked the slave right in the eyes, maintained a soft and gentle smile on his own face, and said, simply, "This is a good work-pig."
He took a small step back and began to address the audience in earnest:
"My slave, tell everybody here in the audience who I am to you."
"Master, you are my Master, thank you, Master," the slave answered, speaking intelligibly through its bit.
"And what is my slave to me?"
"Master, your work-pig, Master, a head of livestock, Master."
"That's right. Good slave. I own this slave here in front of me, as a work-pig, and, as I said, it's a good work-pig."
"Master, thank you, Master."
"That's right, pig. It must thank its master for owning it and taking responsible care of it. As my property, my work-pig doesn't have a life, at all. Zero. It has no life. I have its life."
He looked out toward the audience and continued, "I own this life, and I decide what to do with it. That's what slavery is all about. That's all anybody needs to know. I could end this presentation right here. This man, this slave, is my property. I own it through and through. Everything about this animal in front of me, I own." He looked back toward his work-pig. "My slave, how did I come to own you?
"Master, you purchased it from The Slave Center in Los Angeles, Master."
"That's right. I did. And now you are officially not a man, but a slave, an owned life-form, an it. And how will my property, which I own so completely, live out its lifetime?"
"Master, in constant and complete obedience to you, Master. It has no other option or purpose, Lord-Master."
"That's right. I am your Lord-Master, and you live in constant and complete obedience. Total obedience, every second. That's what you are. A slave has no other purpose than to live for its Master, and that's me. I bought this slave. I own it. It's as simple as that. The only thing a slave owns is obedience, and my minimum requirement for any slave of mine is for it to live in obedience every waking moment, till the slave knows nothing else and can live in no other way. 100% total slavery. Why not? I repeat: It's a slave, and nothing else! Isn't that correct, my slave?"
"Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master."
"Does my slave accept itself as my chattel property and nothing else?"
"Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master."
"Good. I like to hear `Thank you' from my slave. My slave has plenty to be thankful for."
"Master, yes, Master. Thank You, Master."
"My slave must accept what it is, or it's of little use. Tell me and all of us gathered here in this amphitheater, does my slave ever do anything outside of its slavery?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master."
"That's right. Never, slave, never, and it never will, for the rest of its life. Absolutely never. Not for a moment. Constant and complete slavery is what I demand from each and every slave I own."
"Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"My slave's thoughts are mine. Its every breath is mine. All of its energy is mine. I totally own it. All of it. Even the consciousness within this slave is my property. The life energy inside it is mine. I bought it all, and what I need that life energy to do, in order for this slave to be an effective labor animal on Fresh and Natural Farms, is to obey me, constantly, as its Lord and Master. And it does, doesn't it, pig?"
"Master, oh yes, Master, thank you, Lord-Master."
"That's right. Good slave. You know your Lord-Master deserves to own you, just like you deserve to be owned."
"Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Master Aaron Garcia turned more toward the audience again. "And the more my slave serves and obeys me the more it worships me as its Lord-Master. It is only natural for a slave to worship its Master. A pure, natural flow of love from slave to Master. That is what I expect, and that is what I get." The Master paused for a moment and took a sip from a glass of water. Then, he looked back toward the audience and stated: "The only rights a slave has are as follows: 1) It has the right to be fully and safely enslaved, and 2) it has the right to serve, worship and obey the one who fully enslaves it. That's it. End of story."
Master Kevin noted and liked the calm and pleasant manner in which Master Aaron spoke to the slave. There were no bullying mannerisms here, no alpha bravado, but just plain, and perhaps even soft, matter-of-fact speaking.
Master Aaron turned back to his work-pig and continued.
"So, tell us, my slave, do I ever allow my livestock to communicate with old friends or family?"
"Master, no, Master. Never, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"Correct answer. There could be no reason for my property to speak with a free person. That doesn't serve me in any way. Do I ever allow my work-pigs to listen to world news or to use any electronic devices?
"Master, no, Master."
Master Kevin noted that the slave seemed to be smiling pleasantly behind the bit in its mouth as it answered its Master's questions. The slave seemed to be at peace, content.
"Good pig. Smart work-pig. Its slavery to me is the sum of its existence. Its full slavery to me is the only life I will ever allow it to know for as long as it lives. That's my right and my responsibility as its owner. Not including today, as I have brought this slave-pig here in service to me and The SlaveCenter, do I ever allow my work-pigs to leave Fresh and Natural Farms? "Master, no, Master, never, Master. This slave is bound to your land, Master. Fresh and Natural Farms is the only place this work-pig belongs, Master, to continue its work for you, Master."
"Do my work-pigs ever wear any clothing?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Right, it's a work-pig, the kind of pig that just happens to walk on two feet, and pigs don't need clothing. Do I ever allow my pigs food and beverages that are prepared for people? "Master, no, Master."
"What is the only thing I have fed this pig since I purchased it and brought it to its destined life on Fresh and Natural Farms?"
"Master, the slave feed you provide, Master. Thank you, Master."
"That's right, nothing but healthy, top quality slave feed, everyday, every meal, in exactly the right amount to keep a strong, healthy working slave-animal, like this one right here in front of me. Exactly the nutrition it needs. Do I care much about what my slave feed tastes like?"
"Master, no, Master."
"Should I care?"
"Master, no, Master."
"That's right. A slave just obediently eats what it is given to eat, no questions asked. And I actually don't care what it tastes like."
"Master, yes, Master. It has no right to ask for a better taste, Master, or to hold a preference of any kind, Master."
"Good pig. Excellent pig. It has no right to ask, no right at all. And it has no right to prefer anything other than what its Master prefers. Perfect alignment between Master and slave. That is what I develop."
The first right a slave has is to surrender itself into full enslavement, and this slave did that long ago, at The SlaveCenter in Omaha, Nebraska. As my slave, my preferences are the only preferences that matter to it, and I prefer my slave to be nothing but a slave-animal that eats only slave feed. So, that's what my slave prefers, too. My preferences are its orders. Isn't that right, my slave?"
"Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master."
"Tell me, my work-pig, do I ever allow my slave to have sex as it may desire?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master."
"Do I ever allow my slave to masturbate?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master."
"Why is it I will never allow my slave to have the kind of sex it may desire or to masturbate? "Master, because this slave is a work-pig, Master. Thank you, Master."
"That's right. I bought a work-pig, and it lives as my work-pig on my family's farm. It does nothing but work for me, pretty much every waking minute," he said while looking down at the slave, "And allowing it to have sex or to masturbate would be to misuse what I purchased, which I will never do. That's my promise. I will never misuse a work-pig. My pig will never seek to have sex again. All that energy will be used to labor for me instead."
"Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master."
"Good pig. Very good pig. And it's a lucky work-pig. Does my work-pig ever orgasm?"
"Master, it leaks when it is fully worshiping you or one of your overseers, Master, and sometimes even orgasms, Sir. Your pig drips often because working for you is its sexuality now, Master, and so, in a way, it lives its life constantly having sex, Master. Its slavery is a kind of orgasm, Master."
"Good, slave. Correct. Repeat that."
"Master, working for you is its sexuality, Master, obedience to you is its sexuality, Master, so living as your slave is in itself sex, Master."
"That's right. But I like that one line it said. Repeat it, pig. You know which one I mean."
"Master, its slavery to you is its orgasm, Master."
"That's it! Slavery is my pig's orgasm! That's all a work-pig gets, and all it needs. Living as my slave is its sexuality. Living as my slave is its constant orgasm. Not a bad life, is it? This pig is slave-sexual. Working for me on Fresh and Natural Farms is its sexuality, and I make sure to satisfy its sexuality all day long, everyday, don't I? Lucky pig! The only thing it needs to worry about, and the only thing it is allowed to strive for, is getting my work done, everyday, every minute. Laboring for me, that's all it does. Nothing else, ever. I grant it a very simple life, and I don't want anything messing that up by involving some silly erotic desire a slave may entertain. Sleep and work, sleep and work, sleep and work. That's it. That's its entire life. Laboring is the only reason for a work-pig to be on Fresh and Natural Farms. Anything else might confuse it.
"It has a cock not for sex but to show that it worships in slavery. And that cock is to remain free to worship me and to demonstrate for me how much my slave loves laboring for me all day long.
"Worship is good for my slaves and for their full enslavement, so I do not cage my slave cocks. I let the cocks be free to get hard, because a slave erection shows worship. But that tool of worship is never stroked and is rarely even touched."
Master Aaron turned more to the audience and stated, "I expect and encourage frequent erections from a male work-pig, to show me it is in full worship of me, as it should be. A work-pig cock, which I call a worship wand, is often dripping, so satisfied is a work-pig to be living fully enslaved. To my work-pigs, the labor I give them is sex, and I work them hard, and constantly." He flashed a wry smile.
Master Aaron stepped back a bit, making sure all in the audience could see that the slave still had a raging hard on.
"Remind all of us here, my pig, of the reason I provide the highest quality slave feed for all my slaves." "Master, in order to keep your work-pigs healthy and effectively laboring for you all day long for many years to come, Master. Thank you, Master." "Correct. And what is the only thing my work-pigs will ever do for those many years to come, the only thing?"
"Master, work, Master. That is the purpose of your property, Master." The slave cock seemed to get, if possible, even more full and erect.
"How many hours per day does it work on my farm, pig?"
"Master, 12 hours per day, Master." There was a soft gasp that went through the audience, but not from Master Kevin, who was trying to keep his interest and excitement on an even keel.
"Good pig. How many days per week?"
"Master, 7 days per week, Master." There were more gasps, and then some murmuring.
"Do my work-pigs get any days off at all, ever?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master, thank you, Master. If your work-pig is healthy, it is working, Master. Everyday of the year, every year, almost every waking minute. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"Good pig. That's right." He turned to face the audience again. "That's why I own slaves, and my slaves worship me for it. There is no such thing as a slave day off or a pig vacation. Why should there be? The slave doesn't have a life. I have its life, and I decide how to use it." He turned back to his work-pig. "Does my pig get a paycheck for laboring 12 hours per day, 7 days per week?"
"Master, no, Master."
"What does it get?"
"Master, slavery and more slavery, Master." Master Aaron chuckled pleasantly at his property's response. "Is there anything else it wants or needs other than its slavery?"
"Master, no, Master."
"Good slave. That's right. My work-pig needs complete slavery, and that is what I provide. It works constantly and does nothing else. Who does my work-pig earn money for with its labors?"
"Master, for Fresh and Natural Farms and you, Sir, its Lord-Master."
"Does my work-pig want to earn lots of money for Fresh and Natural Farms, and for me?"
"Master, oh yes, Lord-Master. Thank you, Master. That is fulfilling its life purpose, Lord-Master, and the reason you own this work-pig, Master. That's its glory, to be of benefit to you, Master."
"Do you mean my work-pig's only purpose in living is to labor all day long 7 days a week for me, its Master, in order to make my business as profitable as it can be?"
"Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Master. That's why you own livestock, Master. It's why you provide the gift of full enslavement, Master." The kneeling work-pig seemed to thrust its groin forward a bit further, jutting its full erection out for its master and all in attendance to see.
"Good. Perfect. And that's right." He turned to the audience, "And I know exactly how to make sure my work-pig lives its entire life as my perfectly obedient labor animal, and nothing else, ever. I love slave-animals, and there will never be a moment this slave needs to be anything other than my work-pig. Lucky slave." He petted his slave softly across its scalp. The slave absolutely quivered with satisfaction from the caress of its Master. "Tell me, how can my work-pig be sure it's earning lots of money for Fresh and Natural Farms and for its Lord-Master?"
"Lord-Master, by always working as ordered, as hard as it can, Lord-Master. Nonstop, Master, 12 hours a day, everyday, as is your standing order, Lord-Master."
"Very good. No matter how hard the work, or how tired my pig may be, my slave gives its all, even if it is trussed up in pony tack and pulling a heavy cart?"
"Master, yes, Master. That is your right to demand of your slave, Master, and what you purchased this slave for, Lord-Master."
"Correct. That's why I bought it, to be my chattel-laborer. Does my pig sweat when it works?"
"Master, yes, my Lord-Master."
"When it is finished working, do I give it a hot shower or a soak in a nice soothing bath?"
"Master, no, Master. That would be an unnecessary use of your energy resources, Master."
"Then, how is my work-pig bathed, on those days I decide to bathe it?"
"Master, your work-pig gets hosed down while on all fours, as the livestock it is, Master."
"That's right. Does it like being herded with its fellow work-pigs and getting hosed down as the animal it is?"
"Master, yes, Master, very much so, thank you, Lord-Master."
Master Kevin thought he could sense the slave about to bark, or grunt, or snort, or make other animal sounds, from behind its bit.
"Does my property need anything more out of life other than slavery?"
"Master, no, Master, never, Master. It will live and die as your enslaved work-pig, thank you, Lord-Master."
"That is correct. It will live its entire life as my work-pig, and, although the type of work I gift to it may change as it ages, I will never retire a slave. Such is the creature I own. Is my work-pig happy?"
"Master, yes, Master. Very happy, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." "Why is my work-pig happy?"
"Master, because it is so fully enslaved to you, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master, for my enslavement, Master."
"That's right, slave. Thank me for all I do for you. It must constantly work, and it always will! I'll make sure of it." Master Aaron took off his denim jacket and revealed a whip looped at his waist. Master Kevin inhaled deeply but silently as he managed his excitement over observing a type of Mastery-slavery that seemed to touch his own soul. His cock pouch was filled to its greatest extent ever.
"Master, thank you, Lord-Master."
"I think this pig is an excellent work-pig. That is why I brought it here today."
"Master, thank you, Lord-Master!" squealed the pig. The slave may have had a tear of joy in its eye. Master Kevin was not sure. And the work-pig may have spurted some cum.
"Does my work-pig wish to remain my excellent work-pig?
"Master, yes, Master, this slave craves to be your excellent work-pig, Lord-Master. This work-pig loves its enslavement, Master, and wants to always be an excellent work-pig for you, Master. Thank you, Master. It strives to be your most perfect work-pig, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"Good slave. How can my work-pig ensure that it will always be my work-pig and that I will always grant it a life of full enslavement?"
"Master, by being a hard-working slave in constant and perfect obedience to its Master or Overseer, thank you, Master."
"Good slave. Excellent pig. I will accept nothing less from my slave, always. Nothing less than nonstop, alert, worshipful obedience. My slave's constant and quick obedience is my minimum requirement. Isn't that right?"
"Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master!"
"So, let's say it again: what does this slave give me?"
"Master, constant and perfect obedience, Master, thank you, Master."
"Is there anything at all my work-pig needs or wants out of life other than to be in constant obedience to me?"
"Master, no, Great Lord-Master. Nothing at all, Master. Please, Master. It needs to work for you, Master, to always be your work-pig, Lord-Master-Sir. Please, allow this pig to labor for you, Master."
"So, this slave needs its work-pig slavery. It needs to work. It needs total enslavement. My pig-slave loves to work. It can't get enough of it. Can it, work-pig?
"Master, no, Master. It craves to do your work, Lord-Master." The work-pig was literally chomping at its bit. Master Kevin glanced up to the screen where a close-up of the scene was being shown. He could see there that the slave-cock was not only rock hard, but dripping profusely.
"That's right. I know that. Good pig. Don't worry. I plan on keeping it fully enslaved for the remainder of the slave life that I own. My slave knows what I mean by fully enslaved. My pig knows itself well, and it understands its place and function in my life and on Fresh and Natural Farms. It's an excellent head of livestock. I made a good investment when I purchased it. And how does my pig feel about being my property, and nothing but?"
"Master, very fortunate, Master, to be a part of your work-pig herd, my Lord, Sir, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master." The slave couldn't seem to contain itself and added, gushing with emotion, "This slave loves its Lord-Master! Thank you, Master. Please allow it to be your work-pig always, Lord-Master, please, Master! It loves you, Master." The work-pig was sort of quivering and seemed to want to bow in complete groveling worship, but it held its kneeling position.
"I see my work-pig cock is still dripping. Why is that?"
"Master, because it is near you, Lord-Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"And just being near me makes it get hard and drip?"
"Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"Good slave. Good worship. Excellent animal. As it should be. Good pig-boy." Master Aaron was speaking to his work-pig sort of like a man speaks to his dog, and the work-pig let its tongue hang out past the bit while softly panting. "And my pig knows that I love owning it and providing it with the total enslavement it has a right to. I love that the only thing it ever does, and ever will do, is work for me. That's the life I own. I love that. Excellent work-pig." Master paused briefly, then continued his questioning of his work-pig. "So, what is my work-pig going to do when I take it back to Fresh and Natural Farms?"
"Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master!"
"And then what is it going to do?"
"Master, labor, Master!" The work-pig said with enthusiasm, with voice raised some decibels, breathing strongly.
"And then what is it going to do?"
"Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master." The work-pig's excitement seemed to be building. It looked like it wanted to jump up and rush back to where it labors.
"And then what is it going to do?"
"Master, labor, Master." The slave was writhing with energy.
"And what does it want to do?"
"Master, labor, Master. Please, Lord-Master." The slave continued writhing, gyrating, and panting.
"And what do I REQUIRE it do every minute of every day?"
"Master, labor, Master. Thank you, Master, Please, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master! This work-pig needs to labor for you, Lord-Master. Laboring for you is life, Master. Laboring for you is love, Master. Laboring for you is sex. Thank you, my Lord and Master."
"Good pig. Perfect pig. The labor I give it is its life, and its love. It does absolutely nothing else, needs nothing else, wants nothing else. I own livestock for nothing else. I bought this slave from The Slave Center for nothing else. I own work-pigs. And what is the only thing my work-pig is?"
"Master, labor, Master."
"Correct, pig. When I look at it, all I see is labor. My work-pig is labor. It breathes labor. It is nothing but labor, always and only. That is the only thing it ever will be. My labor. I own it, and that's the only way I'll have it. Excellent pig." Master Aaron rubbed a hand lovingly over the work-pig's hairless head, like it was a good dog. "How does my slave feel about the permanent work-pig restraints around its wrists, ankles and neck?
"Master, they're all a constant hug, Lord-Master, Sir. Thank you, Master. Your work-pig gets to live inside your hug, my Lord-Master. Thank you, Lord-Master. It loves being your work-pig, Great Lord-Master."
"Very good, pig. Perfect piggy. And remind all the people watching and listening, how long has it been my work-pig?"
"Master, it doesn't know how long it has been, Master."
"Fourteen years, my pig. For fourteen years my pig has been nothing but my naked constant-laborer. 7 days a week, 365 days a year. It's been 14 years so far, and it wants more?"
"Master, yes, Master, thank you, Master."
Master Aaron turned more toward the audience and said: "So beautiful. This is what I often buy from The Slave Center: work-pigs, the ones that need labor-slavery, the ones who live and breathe only to labor for their Master, the ones that will worship a master for carefully wrapping the property up in complete enslavement. It is a joy for them, and it is a joy for me to feel a pig's gratitude for me keeping it totally enslaved -- and I do mean totally -- and providing it with a lifelong all day workload, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. No days off, nothing but work in slavery. This here is one of my work-pigs. I am proud to call myself its master. I have taken responsibility for providing it a fulfilling life, and that is something I feel very gratified for doing. In return, this work-pig makes me a healthy profit. And what does the work-pig get? The thing it needs the most, and the thing it has a right to: its complete and permanent life-engulfing slavery. It's a perfect arrangement for myself and my slaves."
Master Aaron turned back to his work-pig and ordered: "Now, stand here with my slave hands reaching overhead and my feet spread beyond shoulder width."
"Master, yes, Master. Thank you, Lord-Master."
"Now, because this work-pig is such a good slave, I am going to whip it." He more directly addressed the work-pig. "Stand still and keep my slave hands raised as I show these good people here my continued acceptance of this work-pig as my property and as my 100% labor animal, as my..." He trailed off and looked more closely into the slave's eyes. "As my... What is it?" He feigned not knowing. "Slave, in a nice loud and clear voice, tell the people here what it is."
The slave arched its back slightly as it pumped out its chest and raised its snout upward while keeping its arms highly extended. Loudly, confidently, proudly, the pig exclaimed: "Work-pig!"
"Does my slave need a name?"
"Master, no, Master, thank you, Lord-Master. It is just a work-pig, Master. Your work-pig, Master. Thank you, Master."
The master then began whipping the slave head to toe, all over, on the ass, the legs, the back, the shoulders, the belly, the armpits, the pubic region, and all the while saying, "Good work-pig. Good work-pig. Excellent pig. My pig. I own a good work-pig. A good labor pig. Nice labor pig. One that labors for me and does nothing else, at all, ever. My slave. My property. My pig. My work-pig. Nothing else exists for it but work and the Master that provides that good work. Working for me, serving me, that's its life, in total. Nothing else exists for my work-pig. I own a work-pig, and I will use this work-pig exactly as it is designed to be used. I'll work the pig, nonstop, for life. And what is the slave's reward? Slavery and more slavery. Full enslavement. Never-ending full enslavement. Nothing but slavery. It's work-pig slavery is the totality of its life." He came to the end of whipping the slave, looked out to the audience, and said: "Ladies and gentleman, this is my work-pig."
He turned back to his slave and said, "Lower my pig hands and worship my boots. Show the people here your appreciation for my ownership and for the enslavement I provide. Show them all out there in the seats how much my work-pig loves me for allowing it the honor of being my slave. Show them how much it loves work-piggery, how much it thrives as my work-pig, my lucky work-pig."
Master Aaron stood facing the class, and the slave fell prostrate and began to worship in silence. Its hands were out front and together in a prayer position. The work-pig appeared to be literally worshipping its god. After some minutes of this, the Master said, "Now, my slave, kneel facing the audience, hands behind the back, the only place those things belong if not working for me, and show the people my happy, lucky work-pig."
The slave did as ordered, thus revealing again a full hard on and a proud, happy countenance as it knelt with its pig snout held high. Stripes and welts glowed red all over its body. The pig seemed absolutely at peace, gnawing at the bit as if in heaven. Master Kevin was surprised the work-pig had not shot a load of cum and just continued to drip.
Master Aaron addressed the audience again. "As you can see, the work-pig is just living the life it needs, which is the life I provide. My slave worships me because I have taken the responsibility for providing exactly what it needs and what gives it purpose, esteem and fulfillment. I buy slaves that have already shown, via their time here at The Slave Center, that they are inclined to work, and then I empower them to be what they really are and what I need them to be, what I require them to be: work-pigs. And they worship me for it."
Master Aaron paused and looked back at his livestock. He pulled some heavy clamps out of his pocket and attached them to the thick, elongated nipples protruding through the nipple shields. He then grabbed the small chain that dangled between the clamps with his right hand, making the chain taut and pulling the nipples upward. The slave appeared to be smiling behind the bit, and, thought Master Kevin, its eyes glowed in loving affection as it looked toward its Lord-Master's face.
Master Aaron looked toward the side of the stage and appeared to call out to somebody. A man came onstage and handed Master a large butt plug. Master held it up for the audience to see as the man appeared to lube the plug up thoroughly. Then, Master addressed addressed his work-pig, "Forehead to ground, pig." When the slave was in position, Master confidently inserted the large plug up his slave's ass. It seemed to go in surprisingly easily.
The work-pig responded, "Master, thank you, Master."
"Now, I know from past experience that some of you are thinking I am heartless and cruel; that some of you are imagining the labor my work-pig does is pure drudgery; that I have somehow brainwashed my work-pig to answer my questions in the way it just did. But I will tell now that if you think such things, you are wrong.
"A slave is not `broken' by its Master and made to begrudgingly carry out orders, not a real slave anyway, not one born for slavery. Rather, a slave is raised by its Master into exactly what the slave naturally is and yearns to become. A Master helps a slave, empowers it, and enables it to live in its purest form. I can no more force a slave into loving to do the work I need done than I can turn a bicycle into a space shuttle. The slave is merely doing what the slave loves doing, whether the slave loves the actual task or whether the slave loves being of service to its Master, or both.
"My work-pig here. Yes, this is my beautiful pig. Some of you are now thinking, `Poor work-pig. It has to labor away all day long at boring and meaningless manual hard labor.' But that is not true. This particular work-pig had a degree in Agricultural Engineering before applying for its slavery with The Slave Center. It likes nothing more, is interested in little more, than all things related to its profession. So, being slave of Fresh and Natural Farms, this slave gets to spend its life occupied in the area it had already made its life profession. I am not forcing it to labor. I am enabling it to labor. I am ensuring that it labors exactly the way it wants to, and needs to, in order for it to be truly happy, without the distractions of other responsibilities or inclinations. I take care of certain things, and my slave takes care of certain things. It is an effective division of labor.
"I own this slave. Make no mistake. I paid good money for it. But as its Master I have the responsibility to take care of it and allow it to live and grow as it truly is. I wouldn't buy a horse and keep it living a joyless life. I wouldn't buy a dog and keep it miserable. And I wouldn't buy a slave and break it out of its natural way of being. When I buy a slave I take the same responsibility I take when I buy anything, especially a living being. I use it as it is to be used, and I maintain it as it needs to be maintained. Responsible ownership. I can't accept anything less. If any of you out there are considering coming to work for me as an overseer, remember that. I expect responsible ownership and proper care-taking of slaves, always.
"Labor, to my slave here, does include field work, lots of it, and hard labor, but this work-pig is also involved in the areas of agricultural design and research. With its expertise, this slave is helping Fresh and Natural Farms reach the forefront of agricultural production.
"Some years ago, who ended the scare of worldwide famine due to the declining population of natural pollinators? Who figured out how to rather efficiently pollinate plants even if no bees are living in the area? A slave did that! Focused work, focused effort, unflagging determination, enabled, supported, required and strengthened, by the slave's master. My father did that, I am proud to say. It was one of his slave's that headed the breakthroughs in pollination.
"See, what people who still oppose modern slavery need to understand is that Masters support, they don't oppress. Well, they may suppress unneeded desires and curtail options, but the main option curtailed is the option to fail. Everything is done in favor of the slave as the slave gives everything it is to its Master. It's a beautiful arrangement, and both benefit. "Sorry, I know I keep using masculine pronouns, but that is because I have a male slave here with me today. I have female slaves doing exactly the same type of work as this work-pig.
"Again, my slaves are not so much forced to labor, but rather they have all other options stripped from them, options they do not really want anyway. That's why they applied for slavery with The Slave Center in the first place. Slaves need options, all the responsibilities of choice, taken away from them so that they can soar according to their innate abilities. I love to see them soar, and I feel lucky to own them. I will never let my slaves down. I will provide them with complete enslavement so that they can access things within them that, if they had to take responsibility for other life issues, they could not access and bring to the fore. I take over the responsibilities for the slave, so that the slave may be all that it can be, literally.
"And my slaves relish their position as my property. They sought slavery out. They need the connection with a Master, they want the Master-slave intimacy. They sought to give all that they are to a Master who could take the responsibility for their lives, to give their lives meaning and purpose, and to satisfy what appears to be their innate need to be owned. I know I certainly feel I have an innate need to own. Some still call slavery ugly and immoral. I call it beautiful, when done correctly.
"Thank you. That is all I have to say. Let's open this up to the question and answer period."
Of the many questions Master Aaron fielded that day, here are the ones that seem to have been asked with the most concern.
What do you do when a work-pig is ill? "Well, I am happy to say that with modern medicine being the way it is, my work-pigs rarely become ill. They lead very healthy lives. The common cold can be prevented these days, and we have the slaves vaccinated for all common viruses. So, they don't often get sick. But, when they do, they are examined by our own medical team and treated appropriately. I can't abide owning a work-pig that can't work. So, I use the best treatments available, give the necessary time to recover, and then the work-pig resumes its natural life. I have yet to have a problem with widespread illness among my herd. Oh, and by the way, my `medical team'? They are my slaves, too. I own several slaves that are not work-pigs, and a couple of them are medical professionals."
Do you use the work-pigs for your own sexual pleasure? "I have discovered that work-pigs themselves don't need or even want what we call sex, and though they yearn to suck cock and even be fucked, these desires are just part of their deep need to serve and worship. So, I let them worship, mostly from a distance, as they don't need to have physical contact in order to worship. And I personally am not interested in fucking a work-pig, though some of my overseers are. And I let them. As I see it, the work-pig is not having sex, but rather the overseers are simply experiencing the benefit of their positions in authority. It is one of the perks of employment as an overseer at Fresh and Natural Farms. In other words, the sex, for the slave, is just one more form of service. My slaves worship my overseers as they do me, and they love to serve sexually.
"I think, though, that for the work-pig, the need to experience the scent of its master is absolute. They need it. So, I, or one of my overseers, on a daily basis, give all my work-pigs short periods of access to a man's end-of-day armpits, crotch, feet, musky ass crack, and asshole. And the work-pigs love it. It satisfies them and rejuvenates them. I never use cologne or antiperspirant, nor do any of my overseers. I forbid it. My slaves need the natural smell and taste of their Masters. They love sweaty armpits, feet, crotch and ass. I wipe my ass, but I don't have to care very much about how clean it is back there. Work-pigs love to smell it and lick it up."
You mentioned cages for sleeping. Can you please describe the sleeping conditions you provide for your work-pigs?
"Of course, let me describe how I put them to bed, and how I wake them up and get them ready for their day of work.
"The cages, or kennels, as I usually call them, are all in my barn. It is a modern barn, temperature-controlled and secured from the elements. Along one wall of the barn I have spaces 6 feet wide and 8 feet deep that are partitioned off with simple walls, just barriers, really, with cage bars on the front side. The slaves are placed in these each night, one to a kennel, not because I worry my work-pigs will run away, but because I know how valuable they are and that thieves would love to steal my slaves. Inside each kennel is an artificial bedding material, just this loose kind of fluffy material the work-pigs can burrow down into to make themselves comfortable. It kind of reminds me of having a hamster when I was a kid.
"On the two sidewalls of the kennels are large images of my overseers, both in their work outfits and in the nude. On the back wall, is a life-sized image of myself, as I am their owner. I am in my Master Overseer uniform, which, like your Slave Center Mastery uniforms, is designed to convey my total authority. Then, on the parts of the three walls that are not covered with images of me or my overseers, there are hooks holding various mastery tools, like whips, canes, cuffs and such. So, my slaves, for every moment of their lives with me, even as they sleep, are totally encompassed in their slavery. There is never a moment in which they are able to experience anything but their total, absolutely complete, 100% slavery. And they love it.
"Anyway, we don't just throw the slaves in a kennel and let them be. First, we attach their wrist restraints, which, as you can see by this work-pig, are permanent, to their collars in a position that is unobtrusive to a healthy sleeping position. Then, we cover their genitals so that they can't find a way to pleasure themselves. For the females, a simple clit hood does the trick. For the males, a larger device, also very much like a clit hood, goes over the penis and is secured to the band permanently installed at the base of the genitals. It leaves no way for a slave to pleasure itself, no way to rub up against anything. The penis-hood, as I call it, does not touch the penis much, cannot be removed, nor can the penis be extracted out of it, but a full erection is allowed. I believe it isn't healthy for them to be denied erections, which happen during the night for all males, and they'd lose sleep over the pain that a nighttime erection in a limiting device causes.
"Plus, their erections are good for them, and for me. Erections remind them that they are happy and let them know they are experiencing their inner truths of who and what they are. A penis hood also lets the work-pigs know that they have no control over, nor responsibility for (which is a very important point), what are my penises anyway. I paid for them, I own them. There is no way for my slaves to provide any stimulus to the penis. If a slave cums in the night, it is either out of pure worship or sheer desperation to empty its balls, my balls, and either way is okay by me, just Mother Nature doing her thing.
"And for an added sense of security, which I find slaves need and appreciate, we attach a 9-inch length of chain between each slave's ankle restraints.
"So, all I have just described is the usual way my work-pigs sleep, but we do mix it up sometimes and attach wrist restraints to a ring in the wall rather than to their collars, or their ankles to walls in order to spread the legs rather than chaining them close together. Just so long as their limbs are not free to do anything but labor for me. I own those limbs for labor, and they do nothing else. The slaves like it, and it's good for them.
"They don't have access to a toilet, but they are free to let go right where they are sleeping. I have a slave muck out the kennels daily.
"All the kennels are monitored electronically all night long, so I know of all movements, lack of sleep issues, nightmares, whatever. I use constant monitoring of each slave's temperature, heart rate and blood pressure. I aim to keep my properties healthy and working!
"So, that's how they sleep. Then, at 5:30 a.m. a Master Overseer comes in and rattles their cages, so to speak. All work-pigs must rise immediately. No slow risers. First, each work-pig, usually while still lying down, when the overseer is unlocking the kennel gate, must raise its ass in the air. The overseer comes in and gives at least one good, hard strike with his paddle or cane, right on the slave ass, or on the back of the thighs. That wakes them up and reminds them of who owns them. It's just, `Whack! Good morning, slave. How do you do!' Again, there is never a waking moment in which my work-pigs don't experience their slavery to me. And sometimes, if the overseer believes another strike or two is needed, he, or she, will give it. Or, if the overseer is finding it fun, another another strike or two is delivered. The slaves like it, and who doesn't love to see reddened slave asses?
"After this `Good morning, slave, and welcome to your day' kind of greeting, the overseer unlocks the slave from its nighttime chains and locks. The slave then bows and thanks the overseer and moves on with the morning routine of breakfast, stretching, worship time, and taking care of any toilet needs. I find it an effective and efficient system, and one that national auditors on the treatment of slaves always give me clean approval of. The slaves get their full allotment of sleep, and I get work-pigs that are ready to work, all day, everyday.
Do you ever consider cutting their work hours back? 12 hours a day seems like an awful lot.
"Actually, I am thinking about increasing my slave work hours to 14 per day. I just need to make sure my pigs still have time for all they need everyday, like the yoga and stretching portion of the day, the medical check ups, the circle discussion time. I have already checked with my general manager, and he believes the work-pigs can work 14-hour days and still have 30 minutes in the morning to be fed, have a shortened morning worship time, and take care of any toilet needs. After a 14-hour work day, they would have yoga and stretching for 20 minutes, health check-ins, circle discussion time, and then still have time for their full evening worship of their master or overseer. We could get them into their kennels by 9:30, leaving 8 hours for sleep, till wake up time at 5:30. So, it is looking good to me to start 14-hour workdays soon. I bet my work-pigs will love it. They live to be of service. That's what satisfies their slave-piggy hearts.
"Okay. That's all I have time for. Good day to you. Please remember to check out the Fresh and Natural Farms website to see if employment with us makes sense for you. Thank you for having me here. All the best to you in your studies. I will now get my slave back to its only function: to labor all day long, everyday of its life."
"Master, thank you, Master," some could hear the work-pig mutter, with a sense of eagerness and relief, as if the work-pig seemed to be eager to get back to work.
With that, Master Aaron put his hand on the shoulder of his still kneeling work-pig, and both faced the crowd of students as they began to leave the little auditorium. Master Hargrove soon came out and escorted them off the stage.
Still in his seat, young Master Kevin was left in contemplative silence, his pouch bulging to its fullest. He was intrigued. Fresh and Natural Farms seemed to be offering employment in exactly the fields he was training in. Namely, agriculture and Mastery of Slaves.
What was it Master Aaron had said? Kevin was trying to remember: "I am expanding operations and have already ordered an allotment of work-pigs from the SlaveCenter. When I order work-pigs, they don't necessarily come from this particular SlaveCenter. The LA SlaveCenter has yet to produce a work-pig to offer. The work-pigs are shipped from SlaveCenters around the country to form a coffle that fulfills my order. I have already placed an order for 6 more work-pigs, and it may take some time for that number of pigs to be ready for delivery."
As Master Kevin wondered why the LA SlaveCenter had yet to produce a work-pig, something tugged at him from inside, some notion trying to tell him something, but he wasn't sure what.
Master Kevin further remembered Master Aaron saying: "To prepare for the addition to my herd, I will be hiring soon for an overseer or two to fill positions created by this expansion. So, if any of you feel you may be what I need, please apply with us at Fresh and Natural Farms. You can find more information and apply online.
With the presentation over, Master Kevin was breathing very deeply. His pouch held a bulging erection inside. Unlike some previous presentations, this one really hit home for Master Kevin. Perhaps he had some sort of deep and meaningful thoughts and revelations brewing in his brain, but at that moment all he could do was breathe deeply and say quietly to himself, "Yeah!"
He looked over at Master Jeremy, who immediately returned his gaze. Jeremy's legs were spread, revealing some bare skin, covered in dark hair, and a pouch that could not be more full. He had a hand on that pouch and was bouncing it up and down a bit. He grinned at Master Kevin and said with great enthusiasm, "Fuck, yeah!"
Most of the seats had already cleared, but Masters Kevin and Jeremy remained seated, still taking in what they had just witnessed. Up on the screen before them remained a still image of the work-pig as they had last seen it, doubled over and with its butt plug in place. Both looked at and enjoyed the view. Master Kevin continued to sit and breathe deeply. Master Jeremy, on the other hand, stood up, took the small whip from his belt, and threw it a few times, with an effective little snap, aiming right at the image of the work-pig. "Get to work, pig! Get to work. You know you love it!"
He turned back toward Master Kevin and said, "Man, that's the job for me! I think I am going to have to apply."
Master Kevin, who was not so animated and outgoing as Master Jeremy, replied, "I know that's the kind of job for me. I am going to have to research his company a bit and maybe apply."
The next day, Master Kevin found himself writing an introduction of himself as part of his application for a position as Overseer on Fresh and Natural Farms. He wrote: "The penis responds to something, often an image or an idea, and it tries to tell the man some truth about himself, something he needs to be aware of, to process, and maybe to come to terms with and accept. My penis tells me that I am a Master and that I need to work with slaves, perhaps even work-pigs. If ones work gives one an erection, and that erection corresponds to ones truth and love, or sense of bliss in life, then work equals love. To be a Master is love. To be a slave is love."
Master Kevin could hardly believe he was writing such drivel, but he wasn't sure he didn't actually find truth in it.
Master Kevin submitted his application to Fresh and Natural Farms. Then, he went into his bathroom, disrobed completely, and looked at himself in the mirror. He thought again about Master Aaron's presentation and all the thoughts and feelings it triggered. "Yeah!" he said aloud, and began to jack off. "I sure hope I get that job."
Fresh and Natural Farms, here he cums!