A Holiday Memento
A Portrait of Servitude
By:
Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)
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Background: During this holiday time of giving and sharing, I thought I would
pass on to the readers this heartwarming and inspirational Christmas letter
written by a Jesse Huckleburry. It is a letter Jesse wrote to his brother,
Stephen. Stephen could not attend the family's annual Christmas reunion and
celebration, and in the letter Jesse simply wished to convey some of the
highlights of the annual family celebration.
Jesse, at the time this letter was written, 15 years ago, was a 35-year old
architect who lived in Detroit, Michigan, with his wife and three children.
***
Dear Stephen,
Claire and I and the kids sure missed having you around for the holidays. I, of
course, also wanted to show off my new home and slave and do a little bragging
to my older brother, but I'll have a chance to do that when you come to Detroit
for the 4th of July.
The new house is fabulous. Looks better than I ever could have imagined it, and
I'm the architect! :-)
The other big bit of news here is my new slave, Cody Bracerman. A little over
three months ago I had gotten some insider info from my broker that the
Bracerman family was in serious debt and that the entire family was headed
toward indenturement. Robert, who missed having his older brother here for the
holidays as much as I did, and I both went to the county holding pens to check
the family out before the trial, and, just as I was told, the entire family was
quite fit, bright, and handsome. But Cody, 16 years old, the second born son of
four boys, was the one I knew I had to have. Black hair, doe-eyed, fair skinned,
clever, funny, and cute as a teddy bear!
Robert and I also hit the Bracerman estate sale, and as we expected, there was
nothing at all worth taking. I saw all of Cody's things - about 6 baseball caps,
computer games, clothes, sports equipment, books, scrapbooks, photo albums; but
I know from experience its best to not let lifer slaves have anything from their
pre-slave life.
Well, long story short; I bid pre-auction a good amount more than I knew what
the asking price was going to be, the county was happy for the extra-cash and
savings on auction fees, and I ended up with Cody.
Michigan requires that lifers be sent through their state training program, an
intense two-month affair. Cody completed the program two weeks before Christmas,
and he has been with us ever since the completion of his training. Of course,
when he first got here he was totally terrified of everything and everyone. He
was so afraid of doing anything wrong that he was solicitous of Clair, the kids,
and me to a fault.
He soon learned, however, that I am a staunch supporter of slave's rights, and
gradually he has been adjusting and is starting to fit into the family very
nicely. However, Christmas time was very stressful for him. Seeing all of our
family and friends arrive for the holidays with their large, happy, and wealthy
families, bearing loads and loads of gifts and holiday cheer depressed Cody. And
he was especially stressed and disheartened when he learned of our own family
Christmas day traditions.
As you know, every year we do the King's Pauper ceremony for the kids, where we
spank the slave for all of the naughty stuff our kids did through the year for
which they were not caught. Then, afterwards, we all decorate the slave as the
Christmas elf.
The spanking itself was one of the longest King's Pauper spankings I ever gave,
since all the kids were so enjoying seeing Cody get his spanking. After 35
spanks my hand was so sore that I had to switch to a hairbrush. He got 30 more
swats with the hairbrush. In the end Cody was crying and screaming so loudly,
and all the kids were laughing so loud and in such good holiday cheer, that it
was quite a memorable moment. When after 10 minutes Cody still hadn't quieted
down, I had to begin decorating him even as he was still standing there bawling
in front of everybody.
I got out the body paint and painted his scrotum red, and his long-foreskinned
penis, which was still hard, I painted green. Everyone enjoyed seeing the slave
with his unit painted in the traditional Christmas colors.
We hung ornaments from his ears and tits, put a red elf nose on him, fitted him
with peaked elf ear caps, painted his cheeks rosy red, glued a big silver bow
above his penis, and topped his head with a wild fluffy brown elf cap. He was
super cute and everyone adored him. Then we had him hand out all the presents
under the tree to all of the kids. It was a delightful time. Cody was still
crying quite heavily as he began handing out the first of the presents. But soon
afterwards, after so many of the kids either joked with him, attempted to cheer
him up, or tried to pull on his elf's penis as he scurried about, he gradually
lost his inhibitions. By the time he was handing out the last of the presents he
realized that he was the real center of attention, and he was putting on quite a
show: dancing around, performing monkeyshines, mugging for the camera, shaking
his penis at the girls, and teasing the kids almost as much as they teased him.
Little Aaron captured the whole thing on video, so you'll have a chance to see
the fun when you get here in July.
Then, after presents, and after we had gotten all the family seated for the big
holiday meal, I took Cody up to his room and served him the usual slave
Christmas day menu of bread and water. I explained to him that on Christmas day
slaves get only bread and water to eat to help drive home to them how special
they are. I reminded him that he gets to eat all he wants on every other day of
the year, but Christmas day is a special day just for free people.
He cried, and I gave him a big hug. As I hugged him I started playing with his
little penis and told him he could cheer himself up by playing with himself
during his little break. I broke the news to him that as long as I owned him he
would never be allowed to have sexual relations with females, but that we were
very liberal and didn't care how much he played with himself. I also told him
that my own boys were at the age where I needed to have a chat with them about
the birds and bees, and that I would let them know that Cody would be there for
them if they ever needed someone to manipulate or suck their genitals, or would
like to use him for fucking practice.
When Cody finally had a nice sized stiffy, I told him to have a good time on his
break, and to be back down to clean up and do the dishes in 20 minutes.
(I should tell you that since that chat I had an opportunity to give Cody a test
run, and I can confirm that he is a really good fuck. Of course you'll get a
chance to try him out when you're here on Independence Day.)
Since New Year's he has been getting even further broken in, and right now he is
at the point where he only needs about two spankings a week to keep him in line.
So he is, as you can see, pretty much where he's supposed to be in terms of his
adjustment. Things are on target. From my own experience I know it takes a
couple of years for a slave to fully accept the rules of a given house, and no
longer be in the need of continual weekly correction.
So it has been a very blessed holiday season for us. Having a new slave is very
much like having a new puppy; it takes lots of work and discipline, but in the
end you're rewarded with a faithful companion who will obey your every command,
and hop to every snap of your fingers.
Happy New Year,
Love,
Jesse
***
Update: With the passage of the National Slave Service Amendment in 1994, which
states, among other things, that children cannot be held accountable for the
debts of their parents, Cody Bracerman was freed at the age of 21, and awarded a
compensatory package valued at a quarter of a million dollars. Today Cody
Bracerman, age 31, runs Michigan's premiere minority slave brokerage firm, which
deals exclusively in the youth slave market (ages 7 through 17).
The End
Posted: 12/09/11