A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 16

The next day

From Slave William’s point of view.

I slept so soundly.  I had not one bit of nightmare or restlessness and as I woke up I realized that Master was lying on his side looking at me.  He was tracing his finger along my chin, up into my hair and simply loving me.  I felt so refreshed, so alive, so without concern or worry.  I stretched and looked at my Lord and Master.  He leaned down and kissed me, saying, “I am so proud of you.  You really performed well in the last two days.”

“Thank you, but you and Dr. Tom deserve the credit.”

“Let me ask you … Do you have a problem meeting with Dr. Tom and his trainers?  Before we do and either way, he wants to check you out from a physical point of view.”

“If that is what you want then that is what we will do.”

We got up and did our business in the bathroom and went down the hall to a conference room where Dr. Taylor, Trainers Steve and Bob were having breakfast together with a gentleman I had never met before; a black free man and Dr. Black.  All of them were dressed in what I now considered to be freeman garb; I was carrying my cloth jock strap and was bare footed.  The reason that I was carrying my covering was that a great deal of emphasis was being placed on the stretching of my scrotum so it was necessary to allow the weights to hang down; we had tried boxers but they did not work nor did shorts or long pants; therefore it was decided that I would go naked but carried my jock with me so that I could put it on if deemed necessary.

The men looked up from their food as we walked into the room. I was two paces behind and slightly to the right of Master with my eyes on his heels.  Master stopped just inside the door and I sank to my knees, still looking at the floor. Master turned and realized that I was not standing and reached down to touch me.  I stood still looking at the floor and he brushed his hand on my cheek so I looked up.  Dr. Taylor said, “William I want you to sit down at the table and have some breakfast”; I looked at Master who smiled and nodded so I did as I had been instructed.

I listened to the men talk and watched them.  They were discussing the surgery that had been done on the slave who had arrived yesterday.  Apparently the slave belonged to Mr. Green who was sitting at the table; the slave had an extremely short shafted cock and as a result the tube at the base of the cock had become bent blocking and preventing most drainage.  Because Dr. Tom had told them that while he could use a synthetic tube the same thing would simply happen again due to the position the master and slave used when having intercourse and because of the sleeping positions enjoyed by both.  Dr. Tom had apparently discussed the matter with both, and the slave had agreed with the master to have his cock removed and a ‘pee hole’ placed behind his scrotum but before his anus.

I did not look at any of the men in the eye and kept my gaze averted as I had been instructed, but listened carefully to all that was being said.

From Dr. Tom’s point of view.

William is a different slave this morning and the changes manifested as a result of two days training is unbelievable.  When he came in the room this tall, only slightly overweight trial lawyer was 2 steps behind his master with his eyes on the floor.  When his master paused he sank to his knees and only stood on the hand signal of his master.  Quite remarkable.  I told him to have a seat at the table and to have some breakfast; again he looked to his master for permission; his behavior is text book.  What I need now is for him to participate in this conversation as I want him to help me with Charles’ slave.  That slave, Chris, is doing well following the surgical removal of his penis.  I checked his wounds this morning and the stitches on the front I believe will leave no scaring.  In fact I think that except with very close up examination viewers will believe that he was born without a cock.  I decided that it was time that I brought William into this conversation.

“William, I have to commend you for your efforts and accomplishments over the last two days.  It is really quite remarkable.  Are you having any adverse effects from this morning’s exercises?  They were very strenuous and demanding.  I noticed that your sleep afterwards was deep and sound.”

The slave had his eyes on the table as I started the conversation and he kept them there.  He glanced sideways at his master to get permission to answer.  I continued “TJ, will you please free your slave to speak with me?”

TJ responded, “Absolutely, but before he does would someone please tell me why he says nothing, keeps his eyes on the floor and stands behind me?  William, look at me; I want you in safe mode; you will not only answer Dr. Taylor but will converse with him normally, and in fact you are released to carry on a conversation with all of the men at the table.”

“Yes, Sir. I have been given etiquette training, and slaves are supposed to keep their gaze lowered, walk behind their master, kneel and to speak only when spoken to.”

“William, come up here.  This is Dr. Joe Black.  I want you to go into that small conference room.  He is going to check you over quickly for blood pressure and other simple matters.”

Dr. Black reported back that the slave was in good physical condition and seemed none the worse for the morning’s exercise.

From Slave William’s point of view.

“Dr. Taylor do I have permission to speak freely?”

“Yes, and while we are in this conference room, like when you are alone with your master and have permission you may refer to me as Tom, TJ, Steve and Bob.  I have left Mr. Green and Dr. Black out as you do not know them.”

“Thank you sir, but if I may, please don’t do that to me.  I have sat listening to you free gentlemen and thank you for the privilege of listening to you.  So much as happened to my thought patterns in the last day-and-a-half.  If I may have a moment to explain the changes that have occurred in my brain and personality.  Obviously if you command me to call you Tom I will do so, but I have to tell you that it is against the grain of the transformation that you three gentlemen have brought about in me.  Gentlemen, free gentlemen, I am a slave; I am a slave because I agreed to be a slave; as you witnessed this morning I had no idea how deeply that slave mentality foundation went, but Trainer Steve and Trainer Bob uncovered it.  Before I go any further I would like to suggest, and a slave making suggestions is not generally a good idea; slaves should carry out ideas as determined by free men but I think that there is so little history behind the idea of voluntary enslavement that I may have something to add.  ‘Master Steve’ just does not carry the connotations that I want to convey.  I did some research last weekend before we came to Atlanta and saw a program put on by the National Geographic Channel on slavery in the United States prior to the Emancipation; slaves who had good, fair and responsible masters did not call them ‘Master’, but rather called them ‘Massa’ a term of affection, one of respect not for the position of ‘Master’ but for the person who held the position.  If the person holding the office was not known or was not a good, fair and responsible or for whatever reason then the term ‘Master’ was used.  Quite frankly I wanted to refer to Trainers Steve and Bob as Massa Steve and Massa Bob.  I appreciate what they taught me in the last two days.  They were rough; they broke me; they reduced me to a pile of nothing; and, here is the important part; they did not do it out of spite or for the sake of doing it, they did it to make me a better slave; so that I would have the insight and understanding of a slave’s mentality.  For those reasons they have earned my respect; the respect of a slave is not worth much; a slave doesn’t own anything, including its dick so we have little to give; so in giving what I have is the calling of them as Massa Steve or Massa Bob.  There can only be one standalone Massa and that is TJ.  Needless to say I will call him what he instructs me to call him but I have been wondering what the people at home will say if I call him Massa publicly.  Let me add here that Massa and I had discussed our remaining in the closet, and that is his decision to make, but I want him to know that if he decides we come out of the closet I am not the least bit embarrassed for the world to know I am his slave.  I was worried what people thought if they knew I was a slave, or a practicing homosexual; I no longer worry; it will have no impact on my functions unless Massa decides.  When I gave up the safe word this morning I gave up the right to stay in the closet; I have ceded all of those responsibilities to my Massa.”

“Well, Steve and Bob, what do you have to say about that?”

Bob responded, “I have no problems with the slaves calling us Massa.  I kind of like it.  Following up on what you were saying before Mr. Wright and what I am from this point forward going refer to as Slave William joined us, I would like to figure out a way for Slave William to be on staff here, as at the very least a consultant but I would rather have him as a member of the staff.  Doc, Slave, do you see a problem or some obstacle that would prevent this slave from working with us?  Guys let me explain my reasoning, and Steve if you disagree, let me know.”

Doc, here are the facts as I see them, reduced to the simplest form:  we want to train men to be slaves; for those slaves to be sexually trained to please or be pleased by their master; the slave is to be taught the basics of deep throating and anal intercourse; the slave is to demonstrate the proper slave attitude and deportment; can any of you give me an example of how Slave William here could improve?”

“Now that being said – he is a slave; does anyone think that he could not be a tremendous asset to my area of responsibility of training slaves?  A picture is worth a thousand words; well, I have a picture to show to my trainees and for that matter I can take that picture and let them ask questions.  Having gotten past the training part, does anyone here think that Slave William does not have insight that the rest of us don’t have?”

“Guys, just because he is a slave; just because he has surrendered all of his rights as a man to his master does not mean he is not a huge asset to this operation.  You know something just occurred to me; earlier someone said that Slave William had been emasculated, meaning I guess that because his cock has been caged and taught to not become erect; well folks his emasculation was the control of his body and his activities and actions; not his brain.  I want access to his brain, his ability to reason, his ability to think and advise.”

I looked at the doctor for his response, “I see no problems from my point of view, for we need the slave’s perspective as none of us are in a position to understand the slave mentality.  Slave, what do you have to say?”

“You need to ask Massa first.  I belong to him and there is no way that I can agree to or commit to anything without his telling me that he is supportive of it.”

“Well, TJ?”

“I have been thinking about Slave’s activities when we return.  I realized that there is no way for him to practice law privately with the ethical considerations; however he would have two assets to contribute; his legal background and education and his perspective as a slave.  What do you think, Slave?”

“I can see no reason why a slave cannot be on staff.  I am a slave, and I am an attorney; I can be both, although there may be problems with ethics; for example how could I keep a client’s confidential disclosures from Massa?  I could not and that is the underlying reason why I want to get out of trial work and a general practice.  Frankly, I think Massa Tom stated it correctly; if you are going to teach a slave, you have to at least understand the issues from the slave’s perspective.”

Massa Tom turned to Steve and asked for his opinion.  “I have no problem with Massa and I certainly agree with the slave that we need input from that perspective. As far as this slave goes I doubt that we will ever see another that achieves his level of performance.  He is incredible as a slave and as an individual; TJ is very blessed.”

The doctor continued, “Slave, you have been using the term free man or free gentleman as contrasted to I would image a slave.  Tell us your thoughts behind that distinction and why if a slave has to have permission to stand as contrasted to kneeling, permission to look up from the floor, permission to speak, why you think that a slave is qualified to be on staff and to how a slave with these and I would suspect many other limiting factors would be free to serve.”

“Well, Massa Tom, I am a slave because I want to be a slave; I am happy as a slave; I feel safe and secure as a slave;  just because I am happy, safe, and secure does not mean that my brain does not work, or that I am unable to communicate.  It means that I like having someone or someone’s in charge of me and my activities.  It means that I agree to subject myself to absolute total control of a person in whom I have such trust that he can do to me or have me do whatever he wishes.  It does not mean that I can’t think; it just means that I can’t express those thoughts or opinions except in accordance with my Massa’s permission.”

“TJ you are one lucky son of a bitch.  Slave, why do you want to be called slave or Slave William instead of William? What is the difference and significance?”

“I suppose it is like an alcoholic admitting that he is a drunk.  I need to be reminded that I am a slave; I don’t want anyone to be misled or under some misunderstanding.  I am not ashamed of it and in this setting want to be reminded of it.  In fact I think that I should be kneeling by my Massa and not sitting at this table.  I don’t think I am worthy of sitting at the table with free men.”

“Kneel if it makes you more comfortable.”

“Thank you.”  I knelt beside his chair and put my head on my Massa’s thigh and kind of rubbed my cheek along his hairy leg.  I love the smell of him.

“Slave, we have a patient in recovery that I operated on yesterday and removed his penis.  Will you please go down and speak with him?”

“Yes, Sir, Massa Tom.  Do you have dress regulations for slaves in the building?  From what Massa Steve said I am to carry my thong jock and when necessary put it on; otherwise I am to be naked for the maximum stretching of my scrotum.”

“Speaking of that, slave, you and Joe come up here a moment.  Slave, present yourself.  Joe if you don’t mind, see if you think the scrotum is warm enough to measure, and if so, if you would measure it.  At the time we put the weights on him his scrotal sack would only extend 2 inches maximum.  What is it now?”

I was standing two-and-a-half feet in front of Massa Doc, my hands behind my head, my legs spread to shoulder width; my gentiles open and exposed.  Dr. Black took hold of my sack and measured it at almost 4 inches.  “It is very close to 4 inches.  Tom if you don’t mind my saying it and Mr. Wright I would make a suggestion to you.  Let’s increase the weight on his balls by twice.  When his sack is at 12 inches his dick is going to look out of place.  I think that we should put a pound weight onto his PA.  For everything to be in proportion the sack should be 12 inches and the cock head soft 10.”

Doc Taylor knelt down from his chair and took my sack in his hands, pulling, stroking and feeling them for any irregularities or reaction to the weights.  He then checked my cock and its PA.  “I agree TJ.  Do you want us to do it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Bob would you go get the additional weights?”

“Yes Sir.  Would it be alright if I took the slave with me?  He might as well begin to learn his way around this building.”

“I agree.  Slave, go with Massa Bob.”

Massa Bob and I went down a level to a central storeroom and he asked me if I wanted a different type of weight.  It seemed that there were weights that were less bulky which seemed a good idea.  He had me get up on a chair so that my junk was kind of at eye level, so he could remove the old ones and put on four pounds.  This time the weights would not interfere with my wearing clothing because the weights were entirely contained in the space between my taint and the testicles themselves.  It was a tight fit and caused a little discomfort.  He then hooked a one pound weight to my PA which I could only wear when I was naked.

We returned to the conference room to find only the doctor and Massa there.  They called me in.  Bob indicated that he had a training session with the slave trainees and he left.  The two free men sat down at the table and I knelt beside Massa.  Massa Doc said, “Slave, your master and I have been talking.  We both realize that you will follow his instructions without question and do your best, but that is not necessarily what we want.  You voluntarily enslaved yourself so that you could feel safe and secure within his control.  That means that you really need to be with him, making your being here on staff difficult.  What are your thoughts about that?”

“Massa Doc, and I know that sometimes I call you Massa Doc and sometimes Massa Tom, so if you would rather one than the other please let me know.  You are correct.  Somehow, going through the last day-and-a-half, my brain has been functioning on a subconscious level I suppose, wondering why I would allow myself to be subjected to the training that I went through.  Obviously I have tendencies which are gay and some that are straight, but I think that the overriding need of my personality is to feel safe and secure; I was with Emily and I am with Massa; my fear is if I lose him I have nothing.  I don’t discount my children but it is not the same.  I have to have him or I am rootless.”

“I was wondering if I could not do some of what has to be done by iPod teleconferencing.  If Massa approves I could come up here two days a week with one night.  I am not sure what you want me to do, but it would seem to me that I could work with the slave in training when they first get here and then towards the end.”

“Let’s think about that.  I would like to get Mr. Green in here to talk about his slave, Chris.  Then I would like for you to see Chris alone.  There are a lot of undercurrents there; Chris is small, white and a Georgia State Patrolman; TJ is black, a convicted felon – he is a recovering alcoholic and while drunk he hit and killed a young man.  TJ has never gotten over it and is supporting the man’s family.  At any rate Chris had a very small cock, and due to his stature he had a choice; either change the life style of how he and TJ made love and slept or remove his cock.  I took it off and think that I have fixed him up pretty well.  I would like you and Joe Black to talk with him; you two are closer in age to him than I am and with you being a slave he may open up to you more.”

“Yes, Sir, Massa Tom; I will go down and see him now; how do I find Dr. Black?”

“He should be down there making rounds now.”

From Chris Perry’s point of view.

I like Dr. Black; I mean I like Dr. Taylor, too, but he is old enough to be my dad; hell, maybe even my granddad.  I have not been able or allowed to see the result of the surgery.  I am on a catheter so I have no problems wetting myself and have not had the need for a bowel movement; they must be giving me something for the pain as I haven’t been uncomfortable.  He was standing by my bed explaining that everything looked good with the surgical outcome and that he and Dr. Taylor were pleased.  I looked at him closely.  He was about 5’11”; clear white skin, hair dark really almost black; lightly haired arms; very light beard; blue eyes; weighted about 150 pounds.  I thought to myself that if I had stopped him on the side of the Interstate I would have thought that he might be gay; it was not that he was effeminate, because he was not; it was not because he looked weak because he was fit and it was obvious that he worked out regularly; he did not mince nor did he act squishy or talk with a lisp.  I guess that is what is meant as ‘gaydar.’

He asked me how Charles and I got together and our background.

About that time another slave came into the room; at least I think that he was a slave as he was naked except for a collar, his nuts were encased in weights and his cock had a ring in the end with a weight hanging off the end.  He immediately lowered his gaze, and said excuse me Dr. Black I will come back later.  “No, William, come in; I want you and me to speak with Chris.  Chris, William has just completed the slave training program here; in fact he completed it in most exemplary fashion this morning.  If it is all right with you, Dr. Taylor wanted the three of us to spend a little time together.  Do you fully understand what he did for you surgically?”

“Not really.  I know he removed my penis, covered the site with skin; supposedly you should not be able to tell that I have had any surgery.”

The other slave said, “Tell me Chris; do you mind if I call you Chris?”

“No.  As I understand it we are both slaves.”

“Yes we are.  If you don’t mind tell me why the surgery.”

End of The Attorney. 

Author’s Note:

The best way to learn about the surgery is to read the story called “The Cop”, posted just before this one.  Maybe you’ve already read it; if so, please accept my thanks.

Posted: 05/11/12