My First Day on the Job
By: Randall Austin
(© 2012 by the author)

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Hi, my name is Jimmy Cotton and I have been asked to write this informal recollection of my first day on the job as a Slave Trainer at the Georgia State Bureau of Slaves for use in the Bureau's orientation hand out packet for job applicants.

I got my first job out of college this past January. After researching the Georgia State Bureau of Slaves (GSBS), I realized that it offered a lifetime career potential, a promotion system based on merit, and a wonderful benefits package.

And given the way the reintroduction of slavery has been such an economic boon to our country, slavery has quickly become a commodity our society cannot do without and for that reason alone the GSBS is a safe career choice. It's as basic a need now as, say electricity.

After three months of classroom training, I began my apprenticeship. I was to begin my actual field service under the partnership of Bradley Peachstone, which I met on my first day as an apprentice this past April 22nd. Bradley, 28, has been a slave trainer for five years. Bradley made my first day on the job a real pleasure. He was, and continues to be, a storehouse of knowledge for me.

We were assigned duty at Chatham County Court. Since there were three cases on the docket that morning that could end with enslavement orders, there were three teams of Slave Trainer/Handlers ready in the wings. We trainer/handlers are not involved with the cases in any way until a judgment of enslavement is issued, then we enter the courtroom and observe as the police prepare the slave for handing over to the slave training center. Under Georgia's enslavement laws the courts have their own little procedure on finalizing an enslavement order before releasing the slave either to an owner or some state holding or training agency.

We were waiting in the wings only about an hour when Bradley and I were called into the courtroom. A young man, Jesse Julep, 30, was convicted of embezzling over a million dollars from his business partners. The partners and their families were in the courtroom, as were many of Jesse's family and friends. Also in the packed courtroom were the usual observers: slave activists, pro and con, students from various local colleges, and the curious public. The court police were awaiting our entry into the room before they began preparing the slave for handing over to us.

We entered the courtroom dressed in our Georgia State Slave Handler uniform: black ten inch boots, black slacks, white shirt, a black blue and yellow tie, a black long waist jacket, a GSBS badge, a service belt heavy with implements, and a black military style felt hat with a gold braid. As a GSBS slave handler, each man knows that his uniform must be clean and neatly pressed, and he must be immaculately groomed at all times.

Jesse was dressed in an expensive suit, a fine silk tie, and beautiful shoes, and his luxurious head of hair was neatly styled. Once we entered and took our positions, the three police officers pulled him to the side of the judge's bench and asked him for his wallet and all jewelry and valuables on his person. Jesse handed over the wallet, a Rolex, and a gold ring.

An officer then asked him to remove all clothing and hand it to the bailiff, who came forward holding a wire basket. We could hear weeping in the courtroom, as well as the hushed whispering of the victors. Jesse first removed his expensive suit jacket and handed it to the bailiff, who folded it as he placed it into the basket. As Jesse started to untie his tie, we could see he was having a hard time of it, and suddenly he stopped. He could no longer continue to undress in front of everyone. He dropped his hands, started to cry, and tried to hide his face from the crowd. One of the police officers came forward, finished untying his tie, and removed it. He then started unbuttoning Jesse's white shirt. When it was unbuttoned, Jesse had composed himself enough to remove it himself and hand it to the bailiff. Jesse then bent down and removed his very fine looking shoes and socks, and put them in the basket. When he removed his t-shirt, it was obvious to the courtroom that he was a gym rat, thus providing nice eye candy for the ladies in the room.

He blushed as he unbelted and unzipped his trousers. He stooped to remove them, and when we did the entire court saw a very nice pair of light blue silk boxer shorts. He thought he was finished then, but an officer told him that the boxers had to come off as well. As he started rolling his undies down he tried to turn his back to the courtroom but one of the officers redirected him so he was again facing the room. Once his undies were off everyone in the courtroom could see that he had his pubic hair shaved in a fancy thin rectangular strip above his cock. A lot of people smiled, and some let out titters of laughter which could be heard throughout the courtroom. Jesse turned a shameful shade of red all over his face and shoulders. A lot of people in the courtroom were seeing a slave cock for the first time, and all eyes were glued on the man about to be turned into a slave.

An officer then handed Jesse a wide handleless basket and told him to hold it to his chest and look down into it. Another officer went up to Jesse with a large set of electric shears, plugged it into a socket, and started to buzzcut his hair. Huge smiles erupted on the faces of his business partners as they looked around the room smiling at each other and giving out the 'thumbs up' signal all over the courtroom. As Jesse's beautiful hair tumbled into the basket, tears could be seen falling into the basket as well.

When he was all buzzed and bald domed, and too ashamed to lift his head up or look at the crowd, an officer pulled his hands in back of him and cuffed him.

Then a collar was emplaced. It gagged him, and he started to protest, but one of the officers took a small tawse, cracked it across his shoulders, and shouted at him, "Shut up, slave!" It was an awesome moment. The courtroom was stunned into silence.

The officer grabbed Jesse very tightly by the ear and started pulling him to the other side of the courtroom. As he pulled him forward across the room, he also tugged downward on the ear and for the first time in his life, Jesse had to stoop.

Poor naked Jesse was pulled in a crouched position across the entire courtroom by his ear, with his hands cuffed behind his back. The smiles of his partners got even bigger now, and everyone in the courtroom was straining to see what was going to happen next. When he and the officer tugging him got to the other side of the courtroom, Jesse was pulled up onto a raised dais. The officer had him turn his backside to the audience and bend way over at the waist. He was on view to everyone--his cuffed hands trussed against his back, his rump sticking fully up, and his ball sack dangling between his legs.

The other two officers came up on the dais and stood on either side of Jesse. The chief officer then took out a bottle of baby oil, squirted some on Jesse's rump, and rubbed it in, all over the buttocks, even getting it into the crack. As he rubbed in the baby oil he announced, sort of to himself, and sort of to his fellow officers, but all could hear it, "Let's get the target area oiled up!" More titters erupted. The officer put the baby oil down and selected a very large paddle from the implements cupboard. With his left hand he grabbed Jesse's shoulder, while the officers standing to Jesse's sides each grabbed an ear and did a very tight ear twist to hold Jesse down in a stooping position. Once they had him secured by the ears, the officer holding his arm swung the paddle and let the first stroke land.

Seeing for the first time a grown man having to endure a bare-naked paddling in front of his family and the public, bawling like a three year old, was awesome. I think the State of Georgia's whole standard courtroom procedure for the newly enslaved is totally cool, but the paddling is one of the most amazing features. The way I see it, everyone knows that slaves have to get bare-naked paddlings all the time. The pro forma paddling in the courtroom is just a beautiful way of assuring the respectable, law-abiding world that the sentenced is now a slave, and that for him paddlings will be routine, as well as his public nudity. The enslaved has no rights to privacy, and will henceforth have no secrets. This is now your world, slave, so welcome to it.

When the paddling was over the officers stood Jesse up and turned him around to face his public. He was hard as a rock! A lot of them get that way, as I already knew, but that didn't stop it from being funny. Some of the courtroom observers, especially the college students, laughed out loud, and the judge made no attempt to silence them. Jesse's erection was waggling about, on display to his friends and enemies alike. The head officer then tightly grasped Jesse by the ear again and led him back across the courtroom to Bradley and me, making him hunch over as they pulled him by his ear, forcing him do a goofy scrambling walk distinctive of slaves.

Bradley and I then took control of the slave. We stood on each side of him; I took him by the arm, while Bradley took him by the ear and applied the same sort of very tight ear twist while making the slave bend down. In that position we hobbled him over to the courtroom exit. It occurred to me as we exited that the naked, oiled and paddled ass was the last that anyone would ever see of Jesse Julep.

The next time his friends saw him he would have a new name, or maybe just a number for a name, and the personality they knew as Jesse would no longer be required. I hoped that Bradley and I would succeed in drumming the old personality of Jesse out of existence. It was Bradley's and my job to turn this organism that had been called 'Mr. Jesse Julep' into a slave that would never dare to speak until spoken to, if it was ever spoken to, and would never try to act the part that Jesse used to play. No more clever repartee was needed from it or wanted, no one would any longer care to hear its 'ideas' on anything or listen to any of its 'jokes'.

I hoped, in fact, to turn him into a typical slave, a thing you don't have to think about unless you're handing out work orders. We led Jesse out to our GSBS transport van, got into the back of the van with him, and started chaining the naked slave down to one of the slave potties that the State of Georgia uses as a method for transporting the newly enslaved. Because the newly enslaved are often very defiant, they will use any method they can to make a statement, and soiling the escort vehicle is often one of them. Chaining slaves down to potty chairs helps keep the GSBS vehicles clean, and forcefully reminds slaves of their new status.

Actually most of the newly enslaved are happy to have the potty chairs, because it relieves them of having a lot of pressure applied to their buttocks just after their induction paddling.

Bradley addressed this issue. "You once were a pretty important fellow there, Jesse, but look where your sticky fingers has landed you. Chained down to a GSBS potty chair on your way to being a slave for life! It's enough to make you wanna shit your pants, ain't it?"

Bradley signaled the driver, and the van took off for GSBS. Bradley and I then took a seat on the officers' bench just across from Jesse. We both were looking at his crotch and Bradley commented, "Some pretty fancy shave work on your puss, dude!" "The chicks love it", answered Jesse, almost for a moment forgetting his predicament.

Bradley brought him back to the real world. "You won't be looking too attractive to the babes once we get you shaved, ringed, and kitted in your slave suit. You've got a good sized unit on you, too bad it's not gonna get any more use."

To lighten the mood, I rejoined, "At least not the kind nature intended." Bradley and I laughed in an attempt to cheer the slave up, but to no avail. So Bradley began to instruct me in my job. Why waste time? And I wanted to learn.

"You'll soon find", he said, "that a freshly enslaved dude like Jesse here is, as you can see, a total basket case. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do anymore, but we do know. We call the shots in his life now. So we simply have to offer firm guidance.

He does what we tell him to do from now on out for the next two weeks, like it or not.

"Like, when I first started here I was always sort of apologizing to the enslaved, saying stuff like, 'I just want you to know dude, I'm going to be whipping your ass, giving you quite a few spankings and paddlings over the next two weeks, but it's nothing personal'. But I soon got over that. At any given time at the processing center you will be responsible for getting between 3 to 8 slaves ready for auction. And if one of your slaves gets up on the auction block and creates a scene, it goes on your record. Basically, it's your ass up on that block. How well your slaves behave is what goes on your record when you're considered for promotion at GSBS. That's why you have got to learn right off that it's either a firm hand with the slaves, or you might as well get a job at Home Depot."

"Basically, our job is just to get these guys to the point where they're sailable. In short, to get them so scared of masters and overseers that they'll do whatever they're told to do as soon as they're told. Just to make them really whip smart. And that is why we do the things we do out at the processing/training center. That's why we pull them by their ears, talk down to them, use constant threats.

"You see all those tools on your belt. I'm going to be showing you how to use all of them. Jesse here is going to be your first training subject, and he's nice and fit as you can see, so you should be able to get a chance to test all of your implements on him. But don't worry about that. There is always plenty of practice material out at the processing/training center."

"The only things we're going to be doing to him in terms of modifications is re-collar him, shave him, and ring his nose and dick. And... hey, did you see that look? It's so funny, the way they look when they first hear that. Yeah, bro, we're gonna ring you, man! See, he still can't get used to it! Anyway, I'll show you how we do it all. I'll ring his nose and you can watch, and then you can do your first dick ringing, under my guidance, on Jesse here. Once we take him to the auction house, it's up to the buyers to have him processed the way they want. Some buyers don't want anything done,

and some go for the full works. Jesse here is a real good looking stud, but some people just like to get guys like Jesse all ringed, tattooed, branded, cinch up the balls and cock, remove teeth so they can't bite, remove finger nails so they don't scratch up the furniture, and so on. Some call for the emplacement of permanent chastity devices, and some call for castration and then, of course, some buyers buy only for sexual purposes. Slaves at auction never know who's going to buy them or what their life will be. Some slaves have been sold and resold so many times, I'll bet even they can't remember who's owned them, and some have been sold only once."

Then, turning to Jesse, Bradley asked, "Listen Bobo, you're a slave now, dude. Are you going to behave for us?" It was more than Jesse could take, and he yelled and called us a couple of twerps who were probably still sucking tit. That was gross! But Bradley calmly reached back on his service belt and unhooked the two black metal clamps that we call 'squealers'. They are about six inches long, and spring loaded. They attach to the entire back length of the ears. They close really tight and the pinching of the entire ear makes the wayward slave being fitted with them squeal loud, and for as long as they remain on; hence their popular name. Bradley attached one to each ear, and Jesse immediately started squealing.

Bradley calmly came and sat down next to me, and we watched Jesse squeal. As he squealed he shook his head wildly, trying to get the implements off. He begged us to remove them, so Bradley said, "How bout an apology?" Jesse hollered, shaking his head, "Man, I didn't mean what I said. Please take them off. Please!"

Bradley asked Jesse to consider the consequences of bad behavior for a while longer. I had learned very soon that first day that ears are a very important tool in slave control, and I commented that those big ear clamps made Jesse look like some robot bunny. We both howled with laughter, as Jesse howled with pain. We watched him squirm for another minute or so and then Bradley got up and removed the squealers. As he took them off, he told Jesse, "You called us a couple of young twerps. You need to realize that your age gives you no added status whatsoever. You're just a slave now, and one slave is exactly like another slave. You're all equal. You just sit on your potty chair and think about that."

That was my first hour's experience as an apprentice slave handler/trainer. My employment at GSBS since starting has been full of just such life affirming, positive experiences. One of the most wondrous moments of my life came when I gave my first bull whipping to an errant slave. As I delivered this lesson in good behavior to the wayward slave, I felt proud to be doing my part in helping our great nation continue on its miraculous economic recovery.

It is estimated that in 10 years 50% of all households in the US will own a slave. I feel proud to be working toward the day when ALL American households have at least one slave.

The fringe benefits for employees of GSBS are considerable. Apart from the industry standard benefits package, they include special help in financing a slave loan for the first time slave owner. In addition, all GSBS employees get free slave processing.

Bradley is an excellent example. Just six months ago, at the age of 28, he acquired his first slave with the help of GSBS financial services. That is 8 years ahead of the national average age for the first time slave owner. Someone like Bradley is typical of a young slave owner. He doesn't have any pressing personal need for a slave.

But everyone needs an 'income generator'. Bradley sends his brand-new slave to work at the foundry for 54 hours a week, and his personal income generator brings home a tidy check for $1700 every two weeks, with every penny of it going to Bradley, to do with as he pleases. The cost of upkeep of a slave is almost negligible. Food, of course, is the biggest expense. But there is now such a wide assortment of slave rations on the market that one can feed a slave for as little as 75 cents a day if one gets the 100 lb bag of slave kibble from the Slave Feed and Supply House.

A non-tangible benefit to you as a professional slave handler is that in social situations you will be the much sought after expert among family and friends for ideas and tips on slave control.

But working for GSBS is not just about owners and their concerns. As a professional slave handler you will also be called upon to tend to the concerns of slaves.

One of the most rewarding experiences I have had so far was in helping a young female slave who had grown despondent. She was going through a difficult period in adjusting to her new life as a slave. The young female slave had let personal concerns overwhelm her and had neglected her personal upkeep. When my captain asked if I would help her out of her slump, I was happy to oblige. I took her to the bathing area, stripped her and gave her a bath that washed away the weeks of neglect. I gave her a slow and healing total body shave. Afterwards I tended to her neglected body with a careful full body oiling. As I oiled her freshly shaved body I could see the stress leave her face and in no time at all she had recovered her cheerful nature. It was but one instance in which I have found my job at GSBS to be personally rewarding.

Still having doubts that GSBS is for you? How does a 50% commission sound, or any money brought in by one of your slave trainees over the asking price?

If you are considering a career in the slave industry, the Georgia State Bureau of Slaves Information Center will be happy to answer any questions you may have. Please give them a call now.

The End.

Posted: 04/20/12