One Step Behind You

By: Randall Austin
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 2

The anteroom was one like four others off from the main sales room. It was nothing but a large wood paneled room, with a large but not very high dais at the front of the room. On the dais was a writing desk, which had a cassette recorder and microphone on it. Just off the dais and to its side was a workbench with many tools, and it had several cupboards above and large drawers underneath.

My family and friends took their places standing around the dais. The sales clerk escorted me up on to the dais, and we were soon joined on the dais by Mr. Falkenberg, Lang, and the Depository official. Lang laid his large case on the desk.

As we were finding our places around the desk a Depository employee entered the room carrying two items wrapped in plastic. He stepped on to the dais, nodded to the Depository official and the clerk, placed the items on the desk, and exited.

The clerk looked at Mr. Falkenberg with an 'are you ready to begin?' look, got a yes from Mr. Falkenberg, and switched the recorder on. When Mr. Falkenberg saw the tape was running, he began, "First of all I want to thank all of you for being here. I must tell you that while this is unusual in my experience to have so many of the slave's family and friends present for a collaring, I am nevertheless very pleased. I am pleased because it shows me that my son Lang here, and I are not the only ones who are committed to ensuring that Billy is comfortable and has the support he needs as he joins our family. It pleases me to see that you are as concerned as Lang and I are that Billy accepts his new role with enthusiasm. To see you all gathered around here to watch Billy get collared and cinched, recite his vows, accept Lang's and my authority, submit to his first investment procedure, and then get kitted out, lets me know that my son and I will have your full support in the days ahead."

"And I want to tell you; your support in our endeavors to help Billy in his walk down his life's new path is very important to my son and me. Very important, since a young man's first steps down the path of servitude are often fraught with adolescent fits and tantrums. Knowing that you are aware that a young man in Billy's position needs plenty of hands on treatment, especially in the first year, means that we can count on your support as we do whatever has to be done to assist Billy in his adjustment period. So thanks again to all of you for being here."

I started to get a clammy feeling. My family and friends were watching Mr. Falkenberg say all of that stuff and beaming with wide smiles on their faces. They looked like they were watching a wedding ceremony. I didn't know what to make of it, but I assumed they were trying to be polite.

He continued; "Before we get on with it, I think it would be only right for me to tell you a little bit about myself. I am a devoted father to my son, Lang. I also happen to be, right now, a very busy man. I am an investment banker. I lead a very scheduled life style. My son Lang is completing his doctorate at PRU in biology. We have always been a one-slave household, so my son and I are not new to ownership. Five months ago my wife died, and our slave at that time was on lease from her brother. So we had to return him when the lease ran out last month. But now that my wife and Lang's mother is no longer around, Billy will be stepping in to perform most of the little woman's duties around the house."

"I suppose you might call me sort of old fashioned when it comes to handling slaves. I go by the book and only the book, for the reason that the laws that are in place in our state have evolved over time, and thus show the accumulated wisdom of those who have gone before us. And the hand of experience is also always the gentlest hand for the slave. There is no reason for slaves today to be subjected to some inexperienced slaver's trial and error methods of control. Lang and I both believe in a direct and firm approach in dealing with slaves. And, of course, that includes commitment and consistency in all matters of discipline. This approach is the fairest for the slave because it means that since the slave knows the rules and the consequence of breaking the rules, he can very easily avoid any corrective discipline simply by following the rules."

"I say all of this because I want all of Billy's family, especially his father and Billy himself, to know that Billy has as his first owner someone who is fair and cares about his welfare, and the welfare of slaves in general. To demonstrate that we do indeed have Billy's best interest at heart, Lang will very shortly be administering an investment procedure for you all to witness. It is exactly the sort of thing that will insure that Billy will never, ever, be treated unfairly."

Then looking right at me, Mr. Falkenberg said, "Billy, I want you to know that if you make a commitment to obedience, if you truly in your heart are committed to doing what Lang and I tell you to do, then you can know that you have found a household where you can be comfortable and happy."

It was very embarrassing having some stranger talk to me in front of my family and friends about being obedient. Especially about obedience to him and his son.

Mr. Falkenberg surveyed the room to see how his speech went over, and if everyone was still beaming wide smiles at him. They were, so he announced; "All right then, first things first. It's time to get Billy collared, and cinched." The clerk stepped forward and took the larger of the two packages and opened the plastic wrapper. It was a collar. I was humiliated just watching everyone else watch him unwrap a collar that was intended for my neck. It was bright silver, made of a light weight aluminum/steel compound, one and three quarters inches wide, about three eighths of an inch thick, and had D rings all about its perimeter for attaching leashes and chains.

The Depository official came and stood next to me. The official was a former cop, in his fifties, who had traded in his blue uniform for a blue suit. Even in his suit he struck me as very 'cop-ish'. The clerk came and stood beside me, and handed the collar to the official. The official fiddled with the collar as the clerk grasped my waistcloth, undid the clasp, and said me, "You gotta be balls naked for this, dude." He removed the cloth from my loins and set it on the desk as I panicked. My entire face and upper body flushed, I couldn't think, this wasn't reality. My hands flew to my groin to provide cover and I put my head down on my chest and bent forward in a half crouch.

Only as Lang smiled at my behavior did his lips turn out and reveal how thick and sensuous they were. He informed those gathered around, "What you are seeing here is some of the behavior typical of a new slave." His smile brought light, nervous, smiles to the faces of everyone gathered around.

The depository official had no problems with me trying to hide my private parts, and almost encouraged me, "Good, if you could just bend over a little bit more, that way I can get this collar fitted on you just right." He stood close to me, put the collar around my neck, and started bringing the two ends of the collar together. In the hushed room I heard my father sobbing. Then I heard Chad start in. And finally little Timothy started crying. I was the cause of all of their sorrow. When I felt the cold collar encircle my neck I started to choke and cough, and soon it turned to crying. I heard and felt the ends of the collar click together. It was wide and thick, yet was so lightweight it almost seemed hollow. I stood there shamed, bent over, crying, finally I heard someone say, "You can stand up straight now, Billy." But I didn't want to stand up straight. I didn't want to see the faces of anyone. I was a collared slave now.

The clerk gently put both hands on my shoulders and pulled me up into a standing position. I stood up, still with both of my hands doing their best to hide my private parts from the most important people in my life. I kept my head down, but they all could see my red tear-streaked face. The clerk was opening the next plastic wrapped package as Mr. Falkenberg commented, "We made a nice collar selection, Lang." The clerk handed the Electrocinch/GPS band to the depository official. As the official opened the band up he lifted it slightly for all to see, "This is one very expensive item."

Eric asked what it was. The official answered, "This item is going to not only keep tabs on Billy's movements, but it's also going to keep him towing the line like nobody's business! It can deliver a shock that could stop a bull in its tracks."

Tony Porto, my closest friend on the planet, commented quietly to Jill, "I just saw a show on C-Span on the various control techniques. Something like that thing was featured. It was amazing how it can keep tabs on someone."

The official came and stood in front of me with the GPS band. He moved my hands to my sides, but I didn't care because he was blocking my groin from the view of everyone else. He felt all around the base of my cock and balls, placed the band on, slowly brought the ends together, and made slight adjustments as he tried to find the right fit. As he did so, Mr. Falkenberg spoke up. "Mr. Garneau, I want you to know that I never punish slaves through electric shock. The 40-D GPS band that Billy is being fitted with right now around the base of his private parts I use solely for tracking. It features the Global Positioning System, so Billy can be tracked to within 40 square feet anywhere on the planet. I would only use the shocking feature in an extreme case, say if he 'breaks', goes crazy, and starts vandalizing. Then, of course, I would shock him for his own good until the police can arrive and take him to Slave Rehab. So don't let that band scare you. It's just so you and I never lose our Billy!" He smiled. Dad smiled.

When the Depository official had the cinch locked in place, he stepped aside, and said, "Now keep your hands at your sides and try to stand nice and tall and show some respect for Mr. Falkenberg." The tracking cinch going around the base of my cock and balls was even more humiliating than my collar. My new owners had the authority to tamper with and alter my chief play center. My most private parts were private no longer. And all my family and friends could see that my owner had control over even my secret parts. The cinch lifted up my entire unit, and my circumcised, helmet-headed, piss-slitted, cock head was sticking up nice and clear for all of my family and friends to see. I saw Lang looking calmly up and down my entire body. I saw Ellen fixated on my cinched parts. The shame was rushing blood to all my parts. I erected slightly, and my entire naked body flushed red with embarrassment.

I could only keep my hands at my sides for a few seconds, and they instinctively flew back to cover my groin. My attempts to cover myself only made me appear more naked. Everyone could see my shame. I saw tears in the eyes of little Timothy. I saw sadness in the face of Chad. All the distress I had caused my family! My flushed shame covered my entire body, and my chest and face were bright red.

Lang took from his case on the desk some papers. After sorting through them he handed several pages to his father, some he kept for himself, and one he walked over and gave to me. I took it with one hand, and the other hand did its best to hide my boy wiener from view of my family and friends. Lang shook his head at me and said, "You know, there's no reason for you to be modest any longer. You've got nothing to hide. You're a slave now." He walked back to his spot.

Mr. Falkenberg told me to read through the text on the sheet he had given me. I did, but I couldn't concentrate. He asked me if I had any problems with any portion of the text. I told him that I didn't and he answered, "That's good to hear. This text I wrote up for my slaves, Lang, and myself to recite several years ago. This little pledging ceremony is very special to me, so if you would, after I read my portion, and Lang reads his, then I want you to read yours."

I nodded 'okay' and whispered, "Can I get dressed?" Mr. Falkenberg said, "Absolutely not. We have a lot to do yet. And it is especially appropriate that you remain unclothed during the pledging ceremony."

As Mr. Falkenberg began reading his script I moved my script down to my groin to assist my other hand in keeping my stuff hidden from view.

Mr. Falkenberg waited until he had everyone's attention, then he began to read; "Billy Garneau, I would like to officially welcome you into service in my household. As long as you remain a slave in my possession you shall be treated in full accordance with the Federal Slave Handling guidelines; you will have full access to the Pennsylvania Slave Authority at any time you so desire; and you will be treated with all the human dignity due you by my son, Lang, and myself, Mr. Enar Falkenberg."

"As you stand naked before my son and me, I would ask you to reflect on this simple difference between us, and ponder your duty; you are naked, and we are clothed. And this temporary nakedness of yours is fitting to this ceremony, for it points up the broader roles you and my son and I are to play. You stand naked before us literally and figuratively. You come to serve my son and me with no possessions of your own. Not one thread of clothing, nor one morsel of food, can you call your own. You are naked and penniless. We are taking you in, naked and hungry as you are. In exchange for all the good things we will give you, we ask only that you give us the one thing you have to offer; hard work. Hard work offered up in the spirit of loving giving, grateful for your position, is the greatest gift you can give your master and owner."

"My son and I are committed to giving you your full due as a slave, and ask only that you do your part. We here, today, vow publicly to uphold our commitment to you."

It was a solemn moment, at least that is the way everyone was acting. Silent, with serious smiles on their faces like at a wedding ceremony.

Lang raised his text, waited for all eyes to shift to him, and began reading his portion; "Billy Garneau. I welcome you into my father's household. I will be responsible for overseeing most of your day-to-day work, as well as presiding over and administering most of your punishment sessions. Dad and I want you to know that you can come and talk to us about anything. We are always going to be present for you, to guide you along; to encourage, correct, admonish, chasten, and praise you. You are a very important part of our household, and we want you in good working order. Therefore you will be well cared for. As long as you do your chores to the 'T', keep yourself neat and clean, and follow all rules of deportment, you will find yourself in our good graces. Hopefully, we shall always be in yours."

I was embarrassed to have my family and friends find out that Lang, who was only a couple of years older than me, would be in charge of me.

Mr. Falkenberg nodded at me to begin reading. I raised my sheet with one hand, and kept my other hand down at my groin covering myself. "Mr. Falkenberg and Lang, I promise to obey, honor, and serve you, and to uphold the honor and integrity of your family name. I promise to be available for Lang and you, Mr. Falkenberg, in whatever capacity you may choose. My duty, to serve you and please you, will always be foremost in my mind."

"I will readily and willfully submit to all the counsel and correction that you and your son offer me. When correction is needed I will present myself naked for punishment with a glad spirit, and according to established protocol. I will always be grateful for any and all correction you and Lang can offer me. Thank you, Mr. Falkenberg and Lang, for giving me the opportunity to serve you."

As I put the paper back down over my groin, and still looking down at the floor, unable to look at any faces in the room, applause broke out. I couldn't believe it, but everyone was clapping.

I heard my dad compliment Mr. Falkenberg. Then I heard Brother Michael say, "That was indeed a very nice welcoming ceremony."

Mr. Falkenberg continued. "Thank you very much Mr. Garneau and Brother Michael. Now it's time for us to make a deposit into Billy's punishment account. We follow state guidelines and use the punishment banking system. We always have our slaves punished in advance of any misstep, and punishments go into the slave's punishment account, so to speak. Thus if a slave does something that infuriates us, we simply take it out of his punishment account rather than punish him on the spot. Then, at another time when angers have subsided, we punish the slave to put another punishment back into his account. Lang and I want Billy and all of his family and friends to know, to be fully assured, that we will never punish Billy in the heat of anger."

"The punishment banking system is also handy if Lang and I are simply too busy to punish Billy for a given infraction, and thus we can simply take it out of his account."

"We always have our slave registered in three punishment accounts. For the spanking/paddling account, the mildest form of punishment and the one used most frequently, we usually like to have three or four spankings in the account. For the tawsing/belting account, next in seriousness, we usually have two in the slave's account. And for the whipping account, the most serious form of punishment, we always like to have one in the account."

"Also, as a further sign of our commitment to Billy's welfare, we want you to know that Lang and I will use only state of the art punishment devises on Billy. All of the devices which we will use on Billy are fully sanctioned by the Pennsylvania State Slave Authority."

"So that you can rest assured knowing Billy will be well cared for, I would like you to know, in the event you are new to actually dealing with slave control issues, that state of the art equipment is simply the most humane option because it delivers the most forceful and painful punishment with the greatest safety. With state of the art punishment equipment there is less danger of the slave being permanently injured or scarred. Because state of the art equipment can deliver pain greatly amplified over older implements there is the guarantee that the slave will very quickly respond to the punishment being applied, and thus take himself out of behavior that puts him in harm's way and demands corrective."

"For example, it is often said of the Flexi-tawse, which Lang and I use, is a state of the art high-tech baby which was developed for the California Prison System and that with one swat of the Flexi-tawse across a slave's back you can get a slave to do anything. Well, let me tell you; that statement is true. The sting it delivers is simply awesome, yet it is guaranteed not to inflict permanent damage to the skin or underlying organs. Everyone who has friends or family members who are enslaved should be thankful for the existence of the Flexi-tawses. If Billy, for example, is being lazy, wouldn't you rather have him be made to wake up and get back in line with one swat of the Flexi-tawse, rather than the need for him to get trussed up naked and receive a strapping across his back and ass that could break skin, cause infection, and risk permanent scarring?"

"The same holds true for the little 'flip whip', which Lang and I like to use." Lang happened to have one in his case and held it up for all to see. "That little baby Lang is holding up has state of the art carbon-plastic filaments. It stings like a swarm of hornets, can be used frequently, never breaks the skin or causes scarring with 'mild' use, and is small and easily transportable. I can tell you, one swipe of the flip whip across Billy's back and he'll be scrambling like a cockroach to do whatever Lang and I tell him to do."

"Ok Billy. Let's put some currency in your punishment account. It's time for you to come and stand over here next to Lang. We want you to grab the ends of the desk with both hands, stick your fanny way up and out, stretch out your legs, grit your teeth, and take your welcoming paddling like a good boy."

I froze, not believing what I was being asked to do. The Depository official opened a drawer on the desk and took out a large size paper erection cone and set it on the desk. Paper erection cones are common in state facilities where slaves work and are subject to public discipline. The cone goes over the erection of slaves receiving public punishment, and is fastened by a rubber band at the base of the cone that encircles the balls and holds the cone in place. With the cone over the slave's erect cock no one has to see a slave's obscene erection during a punishment session.

The clerk came and gently guided me to the desk. I didn't grab the ends of the desk as instructed, but kept my hands covering my private parts. Lang took out a paddle from his case and set it on the desk. It didn't look very state of the art to me. As Lang came and stood beside me, Mr. Falkenberg explained how slaves were paddled at his house. "Lang likes to use the old 'tug and paddle' technique. He'll stand to the left side of Billy. With his left hand he will grab Billy's balls and get a good grip, and with his right hand he'll wield the paddle. That way, if Billy bucks, jumps, or swears too much, all Lang has to do is start tugging down on his balls. If Billy doesn't stop bucking and jumping, then Lang will slowly start squeezing. The technique almost always is successful in keeping slaves standing in one place during a paddling."

My humiliation and distress were too much for Eric, and he finally spoke out. "I just want to say something." His voice was angry and everyone was silent. "Why in the hell are you treating Billy like this? He hasn't done anything. He's one of the top students in our class. He's not a convict; he's not some fucking piece of white trash! Neither you nor your son better lay a hand on Billy! You two slavers disgust me!"

The Depository official was dialing his mobile before Eric had finished his outburst, saying to Mr. Falkenberg, "I'll have him removed."

To be continued...

Posted: 08/12/11