How to make a good Service Slave Pt 05
A better understanding of enslavement from the inside.
I led Red up the Slave stairway onto the floor of the apartments. The reasoning behind it was that I needed Red to understand that this was its stairway when it was in the building, and if Red wasn't assisting its betters. Often a slave would go up the lift with anyone who is above the slave, sometimes it would be sent to the slavery by itself or with other animals and I could not allow it to think it could go down in the lift. That would be unacceptable.
Red had no shoes on its feet or any clothing covering its body against the chill in the stair lobby. The floor is always harsh on a slave's feet but even more so when a slave is new to its position. There was three flights of stairs until we got to the lobby and back entrance to the apartments.
This entrance split two ways. One way into a lobby where the lifts where and the main door to the apartments. The other way went towards the kitchens. I took Red through the Kitchen entrance with purpose. This way Red could see the slave room on this floor. It had a few cages but not many as the slavery. The floors were concrete, and the walls were painted in a dull grey. On the far side of the room was a trough with a feeding nozzle and water tap. It meant that the slaves could be fed seven slaves at a time if needed.
There were two slaves feeding from the trough, like pigs eating swill in a farmyard. They had their hands on the ground in front of them and the butts exposed. You could see their balls as they went down into the trough to eat. I made a mental note to make sure I saw Red feed with the other slaves to see what its reactions were, right now its cage was twitching.
The opposite wall was a shit hole, like in the slavery, but this one had a cover over the top as well as a holding bar. Naturally next to that was a cleaning pipe with an ice cold running water nozzle on the end.
I gave Red a few moments to look around. It simply gazed at the 'pigs' at the trough.
"That is where slaves eat. On the floor and on their hands and knees!" I paused for affect. "Together, from the trough." Slaves usually eat after the rest of the household under the guidance of the house master. These two are probably late eating and need the energy for tonight's tasks.
"Let me give you a brief tour of the apartment here and then I will introduce you to the house master. You need to know you are no better than any other slave in this building now. Just because you are a free slave does not make you any better than any other pitiful animal in this building right now!"
"I understand master!"
I led the way.
The apartments were vast. They even had private gardens on the top of the building. There were ten bedrooms and all with ensuite bathrooms. The pure height of the ceilings was staggering. They supported glass domes, allowing natural light throughout the centre of the building.
Once upon a time the domes had pictures of Adam and Eve on them, but now they had pictures of pitiful slaves being led away by their muscled overseer's. The furniture was of the finest 18th century craftsmen. The building was like a private museum of British antiques.
In the main dining room and drawing room was two marbled fireplaces with a perfectly carved white slave on either side of the grates, holding up the cross mantle, taking the weight, with their faces showing the strain a little. The marbled slaves showing their muscles and eight packs, with a little clothe covering up their crotches. They had shackles and cuffs and metal collars on their necks. There were no doubt they were beasts of burden. A beautiful Oak partition wall separated the two vast rooms. If you looked closer you would see slaves on turbine wheels and others pulling farm machinery, whilst others being whipped in crowded marketplaces by trained whip masters.
The floors throughout the apartments were either oak or marble. Cold on a slave's feet but clean for a free man's shoes.
To the back of the apartments were large kitchens. Father employed three chefs. He found that if he had slave chefs he would lose out on the beauties around the apartments.
Khari had been fucking one of the chefs for a while. He was practically a slave to him. Father didn't approve but the 'boy' was over eighteen and consented with it in writing.
The boy signed his contract whilst naked on the floor at a party. The boy was fucked by Khari whilst everyone watched, including my father. The boy was on his hands and knees whilst my brother was fucking him from behind like he was a bitch in heat. The boy chef was ordered to keep his head up and tell the room what a whore he was. That he wanted to be used as a slave. He confessed that he would wear my brother's collar for life and be his slave for the rest of his life.
The boy was made to serve that night as nothing more than a service slave, dripping in my brothers cum and naked as the day he was born. Later my brother had him taken to the slavery scrubbed and shaven. Then he was caged. He is nothing more than what Red is now.
It even stated in his contract that Khari could take his boy anywhere, anyhow and anytime. If that is not the definition of slavery, tell me what is!
The boy was happy and free to go home every night to his mug of coco and crumpet. I wondered if that would change when the slave laws in England was changed.
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The bedrooms were also vast. Mine was amazing with its own steam room. The bed could fit six people easily. It was a four poster with hooks and o rings around. In the base was a cage. There was an adjacent door to go into James room. A vast bathroom next to the steam room and a walk-in wardrobe with more clothes than my university digs. This bedroom was a large as five dorm rooms back at the university.
I wanted to live there however, father insisted of us both spending our first year in the halls of residence.
