A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 12

THE NEXT DAY

Sleeping in that big bed was neat.  TJ had set the thermostat on 60º and it was cold; we were snuggled together under the covers.  When we woke up I fixed us a cup of coffee and took it to TJ in the bed.  He said to me, “Babe would you please give me a nice slow leisurely blow job?” 

“Sure Boss.”  What is a guy to say?  I fully expected to turn the covers back and to get between his legs.  He said he wanted it done a little differently, and for me to put my head under the covers, and pulled my legs up by his head.  He took some of the hotel’s lotion and was rubbing it on my legs when I heard someone knock on the door.  I heard him say “Come in; and then to me he said, “Don’t move bitch.  Keep on sucking my cock.  I want your head going up and down and I want the covers on this bed to be moving up and down with your head.”

I could hear someone rolling something into the room.  TJ said, “Thanks a lot for bringing breakfast.  Sure. Bring the table over here close to that side of the bed. Excuse me a moment.” 

TJ lifted the covers and looking down “Babe could you please use a little more tongue?” 

I thought that the waiter would die.  I put a large tip on the bill and when he had left lifted up the covers and pulled William up for a kiss. He was a good sport and we enjoyed breakfast.

We went shopping.  TJ bought me several new suits, with a modern cut, not something I would normally have bought for myself.  We went by a book store and he bought several books on massages, and at a home goods store he bought a massage table which he had shipped directly to the house. 

We came back to the hotel and took a nap, showered and then TJ said to me, “William, the vacation is over and we are about to start Phase 2; we will not be spending tonight together.  I know it is the first night we will have spent apart, but it is part of the training.  As I understand it if all goes well it will only be one night; it is going to be tough on you.  It is going to push you to your limits; just remember to have absolute trust in me and to do exactly what you are told to do.  Finally, remember that you are a slave.  You must do exactly as Dr. Taylor and his assistants tell you without question, without delay and without hesitation.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

 I was apprehensive from what he had said, and put on the pair of slacks and shirt he told me to wear.  We went down stairs, got into the car and were driven thru town.  I recognized a part of the town as being close to where Dr. Taylor’s abortion clinic and men’s services clinic were located.  The driver pushed a button and the garage door in a warehouse the size of a city block went up, we drove in and the door closed behind us.  We were in a holding area.  The door closed behind us so you could not see the street; there were walls on both sides of us.  We got out, the door opened, the car backed out and the door closed again.  TJ and I were standing in this holding area until the door finished and then Dr. Taylor walked into the holding area with three men I had never seen before.  He walked over to me and said that he was glad to see me again.  He shook hands with TJ and told us to follow him.  We did, going into a hallway leading to an examination room. 

Dr. Taylor turned to me and said, “William, this is the last time your name will be used.  From now on you will be called Slave or Slave William.  William Young no longer exists;  slaves have no last name.  You are about to experience Phase 2 of your training.  Based on what I have seen of your progress so far you should be able to complete it by late tomorrow afternoon. If not you will remain here until you have completed the progress.    Now I want you to drink this bottle of electrolytes.  Take off your clothing; fold it and put it on that chair; then climb up on the table.”  I took the cap off the bottle and drank it down.

I looked over at TJ, and was unprepared for the slap on the cheek of my ass from one of the men assisting Dr. Taylor. I spun around, as Dr. Taylor said, “When you are given an order you do it.  You don’t look to your Master; you do as you are told.  Now get naked and on the table.”

The table was like the one in his outpatient surgery where my piercings were done, except it did not have paper on it and the room was not as nice.  I lay back, flat as there was no pillow, and my legs were put into the stirrups, spread far apart, I was strapped to the table so that my arms, chest, pelvic area, thighs and ankles were fixed.  Dr. Taylor put on gloves, took the key from TJ and removed the cock cage and first examined my taint, pulling, squeezing and checking it.  I noticed that his castrated slave John had come into the room with what was obviously my chart.  He was taking notes as the doctor spoke out loud.  From my taint he then checked my PA, pulling on it, making comments to John and then turning to one of his assistants held out his hand for a container.  He put it under the head of my cock and said, “Pee.”

Have you ever tried to pee on command with five or six guys standing there watching you?  Well I could not.  Nothing would flow.  The doctor waited about two minutes, turned went over to a cart, picked up a package and a tube of KY.  He opened the paper, removed a catheter, lubed it up and pushed it in the pee hole of my dick, until pee flowed out.  He drained sufficient urine out of the bag into the container, handed it to the assistant, and told him to have the tests run.  He clamped off the tube, made more comments to John and then examined my breasts.  He took a light like a doctor uses to look into your ears and examined the channels he had cauterized and dictated to John that all seemed well.  Turning back to me he removed the catheter.  At that point he moved the weights on my nuts to examine and then measured how much they had stretched since being placed on me.   He said to TJ that all was well with the wound sites, that I had no problems.  He proceeded to check my blood pressure.

Dr. Taylor then sat down on a stool and rolled up to the side of the table so that he was even with my head.  He used a step-on pedal to lower the table so that my eyes were at the same height as his and he looked at me.  He never called me by name as he spoke to me:  “Your Master is about to leave.  You will not see him again until you have completed the indoctrination whether that takes you one day or the rest of your life.  I am sure that he told you that you were to do exactly as you were told as if he were standing here and telling you himself.  You need to know that normally we don’t train slaves the way you have been trained so far or as we are about to finish your training.  There are a number of reasons, the more important ones being your age, your longtime relationship with your Master and the way you handled the piercings.  Had you failed the piercing portion we would have aborted and simply put you into the training process starting at the first day.  You also should know that the part of the training that you have been spared has never lasted less than 2 weeks.  Be that as it may, you will now follow these rules without exception:
 

No talking unless you are directed to speak.  When you do speak it will be to answer a question only, and you will first say, “Sir, the answer, and Sir.  So you might say Sir, Yes, Sir.  Or Sir, I do not know, Sir.”

Any deviation from the rules will result in punishment.  Some punishments will be accumulated for effect and some will be applied immediately.

You will carry out the instruction without hesitation, question, or refusal.  If you don’t you will be punished and the punishment will continue until you have completed the task.

“That having been said, a few words of advice.  You know me; you know that your owner trusts me, and frankly you should trust me as well.  You know I was impressed by your acceptance of your slave status during the piercing process; that won’t cut you any slack in phase 2 but it should give you a little confidence that I know what I am doing.

Because of your age and other factors I will tell you this, you will be broken.  You will be stripped of your humanity, character, sexuality, and personality.  You see a properly trained and indoctrinated slave is not human; it is a slave not a free man; it has no will, it carries out its owner’s instructions; it has no character or personality as it is merely a reflection of its owner; and it has no sexuality; it is asexual.

I believe that you are going to have a very rough time of it for the first 6 or so hours and then you will die and cease to exist.  You will be rebuilt and you should do just fine, if you do as you are told and trust me.  If you don’t it will be a long and unpleasant experience.

“Thank you TJ.  Please leave.  I will keep you informed.”

I realized that as I had lain there on the table looking at Dr. Taylor, TJ had moved so that I could no longer see him when I turned my head while Dr. Taylor was dismissing him.  As soon as the door closed behind TJ, Dr. Taylor turned and left the room with John.  The three assistants then got busy.  One undid the straps holding my ankles and put metal cuffs on each with the cuffs attached to a bar.

I was told to open my mouth, which I did and a metal device was put in which kept my jaws spread very wide open and which prevented me from talking.  I could feel them doing something to the weights.  I was not sure exactly what and I was unable to lift my head.  My arms were freed and cuffs were put on them as well.  Finally a heavy black iron collar was placed around my neck and the gold chain given to me for my birthday removed.  My hands were cuffed to this collar.  At that point the remaining straps were freed and I was told to stand;  one of the men assisted me until I found my footing and then there was one on either side of me as I learned to walk with the spreader bar and without the ability to use my arms to assist me with my balance.

We went through a different door from the one that either TJ or Dr. Taylor had used, entering into a small room that had a shower head that could be pulled down, a drain in the middle of the floor and hoses, spigots and hooks on the walls.  I was lead over to one wall, a hand put in the middle of my back, pushing me over and a hose stuck up my ass, the water turned on, the hose removed.  I was told to stand there bent over until told I could release the enema water.  All three men left the room and being naked except for the spreader bar, the collar and the cuffs I have no idea how long I stood there but it must have been for fifteen minutes.  I suffered from cramps; I could not move and because my collar was attached to the wall at waist height I was forced to stay bent over; I could not kneel or stand; I was stuck.  At some point I started moaning, crying and while I wanted to beg and plead for someone to help me, I had been told not to talk.  I wanted to tell them that I could not hold it any longer but I was not allowed to speak.  Finally the inevitable happened:  the shit burst out of me and covered the floor, ran down the back of my legs onto my feet.

The three assistants came into the room, never speaking to me, said to each other, that I was in for a substantial punishment for not holding the water in me.  They used the hose to wash me down, then filled me up again, but thankfully this time immediately let the water out and after a third dose, declared me finished.  I was unhooked from the wall and led wet and dripping into a different room.

This new room was much larger, had a table at which I was told to sit, on a wooden chair, no arms, no cushion, and the table was bare.  At the other end of the room were three tables with water carafes, tablets, pens, cups and each had an executive style chair.  Beyond and behind the tables and chairs were twelve wooden chairs like mine.  In those chairs were twelve naked guys, all much younger than me, bodies totally shaved, all cuffed and collared like mine, legs in spreader bars and each was gagged.

I desperately wanted a drink of water but knew better than to ask for one.  At a table to my left sat Dr. Taylor’s nurse/assistant John, who, you will recall, was a slave who had been castrated, some type of fake nuts put into his sack and then his sack had been stretched so that it hung more than half way to his knees.  His scrotum hung over the seat of the chair he was sitting in. In front of him on the table was a computer and across the room from him was a large wall mounted flat screen TV.  I noticed that John was typing and the words that he typed appeared on the screen.  He had typed, “Slave belonging to TJ Wright, the date and Session 1.”  He sat there quietly waiting for someone to say something or tell him to type something.

The three assistants each sat at a table and opened file folders.  The one to my left first said to me, “You need to pay attention.  So that there is no doubt in your mind your answers will appear on the screen for your benefit and for the benefit of the twelve slaves behind me.  These are our current class, which as you can see is full.  We never have more than twelve in a Phase 1 class.  Now you will be questioned.  We know some of the answers before we ask the question; some we don’t.  You won’t know which.  If we think you are not being truthful or your answer is not complete it will count against you.”

“You will now be connected to electrical charges, one attached to a rod that is going to be pushed into your dick, one to the weights attached to your testicles, one to a plug in your ass. If these charges detect any deception it will be noted.”  One of the men stood and connected me to the devices.

The assistant sitting at the middle table looked up and said, “How long were you married to your wife?”

“Sir, twenty-five years, Sir.”

“How many children?”

“Sir, two, Sir.”

“How many different cocks have you sucked?”

“Sir, one, Sir.”

“Thought that you were a big man didn’t you?  Fucking a woman, fathering two children, strutting around in court.”

“Sir, No, Sir.”

 “That’s enough.”  The questioning continued without stopping and all concerned how I had acted the part of a freeman over my lifetime.  Finally the questioner, said, “Stand him up, move the table and let’s just get on with it.”

I was scared without any idea where this was coming from.  I heard a noise and a chain lowered itself from the ceiling. When it got to the floor one of the assistants came over and hooked it to the spreader bar, sat me on the floor and held the chain until the slack had been taken up and I was slowly raised feet first.  I was raised until my shoulders were still touching and therefore I could see my feet and each of the three men.  One reached to the spreader bar, loosened a nut and moved the bar further apart so that my feet were now spread open to the point that I knew I would cramp.

The questioning continued for some time.  It is difficult enough to be subjected to questioning by strangers on what are sensitive and private subjects, but to do so, naked restrained, and hanging upside down and in the presence of fifteen or so people you do not know, will push you beyond limits.

“All right slave, one of the purposes of this training is to purge you of your sins.  We have determined that you are to be subjected to flogging as we continue your training.”

Each of the three men had small floggers that consisted of strips of material attached to a wooden handle like a plumbers friend (plunger); the material was a felt combined with canvas about a half-inch wide and wet.  These items of torture were used to beat me.  The results on my skin were red welts; no breaking of the skin, but instant stinging, red bruises. Over and over they beat me; on my legs for daring to think that I had been a man; one on my stomach for daring to call my Master ‘TJ’; one on my breasts for daring to call my Master ‘Boss’ in private; on my arms for thinking I had been a free man; on my butt for strutting in the court room; on my testicles for thinking I was sufficiently male enough to sire two children; on my penis for daring to fuck a woman.

Suddenly I had severe stomach cramps.  I knew that I was in trouble; I could not handle the constant questioning, the flogging, the pain, the humiliation, hanging upside down, and when my sphincter muscle relaxed and this watery shit flowed down my back, onto my shoulders, into my hair and onto the floor  I started sobbing and crying.  My legs were lowered so that I was lying flat.

Each of the rooms that William had been taken into had one-way mirrors and I was able to watch and listen to what was transpiring and his progress.  Tom gave a running commentary as to what was happening, what was next, and the goal.

Had William been where I was he would have realized that when he broke, the chain lowered him to the floor, where the three assistants went to him and with warm water, soap, and soft material, they cleaned him.  They were gentle and when clean, wrapped him in a warmed bath towel, dried him and moved him from the reeking room to the next room.  When all of the slave trainees were seated, the process continued.  William was lying on the floor on a large dog’s bed.  He was curled up covered in the towel.

“Slave, just before you lost control of your bowels what were you thinking about when you were being beaten?”

“Sir, I was thinking of my Master, Sir.”

“Slave where were you being beaten?”

 

“Sir, I was beaten on my back, my thighs, my belly, my behind, my testicles, my penis, Sir.”

“Was that an accurate statement?”

“Sir, no, Sir.”

“Why did you say that?”

“Sir ignorance, Sir.”

“What was your mistake?”

“Sir, the thighs, belly, behind, testicles and penis belong to my Master.  Please don’t beat me, Sir.”

“Slave, your answer was honest, just ignorant.  What are you?’

“Sir, a slave, Sir.”

“What is your purpose?’

“Sir, to carry out my Master’s instructions and to bring him pleasure, Sir.”

At this point the towel was removed and a blanket draped over him.  A bowl of water and a bowl of slave chow were put beside him.  He was told to eat and drink from the bowls and to then take a nap.  The three assistants left the room.  More than five hours had passed since the process had started and everyone was exhausted.

When the three men walked out they took off their coveralls by unzipping them.  John took the overalls and brought them towels to wipe themselves off as they were sweating and tired.  I realized that what they had just gone through was tiring and exhausting.  We all went over to a table where there were fruit juices, sandwiches and bottled water.  We took plates and glasses to a grouping of sofas and comfortable chairs to discuss what had been accomplished and what would happen next.

Dr. Taylor said, “That went remarkably well.  TJ, I know that was difficult for you to experience, but you will have a most remarkable piece of property.”

“Thank you.  I have to admit that was a stressful five hours.  What is next?”

“Well we think that when he is awakened he will be a blank canvas, receptive to his indoctrination.  We will do exactly what we said we would not do; reason with him.  We know that what we are saying is a contradiction, but we want to close down his brain as a free man and to do that we have to use the last of those free man brain waves to accomplish the feat; in its place will be brain waves of a slave.”

To be continued...

Posted: 04/27/12