A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Facility

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 8

From (William's) Slave's point of view.

I returned to my office and put on my clothing.  I had interviewed and engaged an unemployed paralegal by the name of Samuel Reed.  Sam had been employed by a large Atlanta law firm for eight years as an assistant to an attorney who had a general practice.  I was not sure but I thought that he might be gay, however, that was not the reason I hired him.  He had the best credentials and if he turned out to be gay, so much the better.

I buzzed Sam, telling him I was back and that we had to pack up and move into the office pool.  In the pool Dr. Tom had enough space for fifteen staff with only three occupying it at the time.

I now was faced with explaining to Sam why we were moving and the other relevant factors.  "Sam I need to explain some things to you.  You know and realize that Dr. Taylor's business here includes the training of persons who voluntarily enslave themselves, as well as what I suppose you would refer to as indentured servants.  Well, the rest of the story is that I am a slave as well.  You may no longer call me by my name; you now have to call me 'Slave'."  We are moving to the pool room; you are the first non-slave employee the facility has ever had.  You may want to speak to Dr. Taylor directly as we slaves in the pool room work naked.  I have been coming in through the back door to my office and putting on my clothes so that you would never know.  I am under strict orders to strip naked immediately.

Thankfully, he agreed to continue to work with me, at least until he could make an appointment with Dr. Taylor.  We reviewed the drafts of the contracts for the breeders program as well as the irrevocable durable powers of attorney and indentured employee contracts.  After approving them, I sat down and dictated the first draft of the comments that would be made to the prospective persons applying for the breeders program.  I was pleased that there were more applicants than spaces as I was afraid that most would not be able to pass the stiff requirements.

It was obvious that Sam was checking me out.

I started to pick up the telephone to call Massa Tom and then remembered his admonition about not speaking until recognized unless specifically called upon.  I sent him an email:  Massa Doc.  May I please be recognized to speak with you?  Slave.

The response was swift and short:  Come to my office now.

From Dr. Taylor's point of view.

As soon as I got the email from William, I called Joe and Chris and asked them to come to my office. I knew I had to have someone counsel me on this matter and had decided to take the two of them into my confidence.  They arrived within minutes of each other and I directed them to the sofa seating area. I thanked them for coming so quickly.  I explained to them that what I was discussing with them was to be treated as being confidential, and that in the case of Chris I had cleared it with Charles.

"Y'all know what happened to William this morning.  What you don't know is how and why it came about.  Last night I had William at my apartment serving cocktails and then dinner to Mr. Ayass.  After dinner William guided him back to his apartment; it had been obvious all afternoon and I guess even yesterday morning that Mr. Ayass was sexually stimulated.  I guessed that he would put a move on William for some type of sexual gratification.  I have never had sexual relations with any employee, slave, or person associated with this facility, and will not; I also decided that I would not ask William to perform such an act.  To be totally frank with you, I also believed that if Ayass put a move on William, William was the type of person who would allow Mr. Ayass to do with him as he pleased."

"I could not tell if the shape of Mr. Ayass' cock could be seen but let me tell you it is one of the strangest cocks I have ever seen. The damn thing is bigger around than it is long.  My guess is five to five-and-a-half inches long and I would say ten inches around.  It is so big that William had to fight to get it into his mouth; this morning because of the time factor, the corners of his mouth actually tore and bled.  At any rate William sucked him off and swallowed; swallowing is a big deal in the Middle East; to get someone to swallow is huge.  William realized that despite the blowjob, Ayass' cock had not gone totally limp, so he took him into the bedroom gave him a massage and then sat on his cock.  In the process he tore the outer lips of his pussy; nothing serious but it hurt."

As a result of William's efforts, we were pretty well assured of finalizing this first deal.  By the way, the amount that Ayass' boss is putting up to guarantee performance is $125 million.  After William got out of Ayass' room, Bob and Richard convinced TJ and me to let Richard get him out of the room on the guise of giving him a bath and while gone Bob told me that he and Richard had come to the conclusion that William was not as satisfied as he might be, because, believe it or not, he was not treated as a complete slave.  In otherwords, he felt like he had too many privileges, such as being allowed to have his own office, a paralegal, to wear clothes in his office, and to eat with knives and forks.  So first we checked William out last night and then put together the little performance this morning."

"Doc, let me interrupt," said Joe.  "Who knew that the demonstration was not real?"

"Joe, the first thing you have to learn is that it was real.  Ayass had no idea; William had no idea; the only ones who knew were Richard, Steve, Bob, TJ, and myself; the only thing that was not 'real' are the swats by the flogger; the flogger sounds and looks bad."

"It went over better than we could have dreamed.  Ayass has given us his former assistant, now slave, plus $50,000 to train him and has told us that he is going to see to it that we have the contract for the next ten years."

"Dr. Tom, remember, I am a cop.  You aren't telling us and bringing us into the loop for our looks.  There has to be a problem.  What is it?"

"Chris, you are right.  Here are my problems, and if I have missed some let me know:

        1.  What do I do about William?  Everyone has been told that he is now to be called Slave and all are prohibited from calling him by his name.  He has had to give up his office, he has had to tell his paralegal, who is not a slave, that he is a slave; that he has to work naked from this point on; that he can no longer sit in chairs, he has to kneel and he has to eat slave chow out of a bowl.

        2.  What do I do about William being the attorney?  He was to give the comments to the meeting of the breeding stock?  He can't do it naked and he is not allowed to speak unless directed to do so.

"At the time we thought we were rewarding him and we wanted to, for what he had accomplished."

"Dr. Tom why do you think we can help?"

"I hope that neither of you take offense at what I am about to say.  With regard to you, Chris, how happy are you with the way your slavehood is progressing?  Is it as rewarding as you thought it would be?  You had to have reasons for doing what you have done; you have given up a great deal: you lost your cock, you have been outed and have left the Patrol, and have started a new career.  Are you getting back what you want?  If not, what else do you want.?"

"And you Joe?  Where do you stand with Steve?  Are you attracted to him because in part he trains slaves?  If so, why?  Do you love him?  If so, do you think that he is going to be satisfied with a lover/partner that is his equal?  Are you both versatile like Bob and Richard or, as I rather suspect, he is the top and you the bottom?"

"Jesus, Doc.  Why are you bringing these things up now?"

"Two reasons:  I don't want to make the same mistake twice; and second, I want to see if you have any recommendations with regard to William."

"How long do we have?"

"He will be here any minute."

"Well, first, I think we should meet with him alone.  It is obvious that we are both bottoms; from conversations we have had, neither of us have fucked anyone and it is doubtful that we ever will."

"All right.  I am going to leave you here to meet with William."

At that moment there was a knock on the door and I went and opened it.  There stood Slave; he immediately fell to his knees.  I leaned down and said, "Slave, stand and come in here."

"Slave, you wanted to speak with me.  What do you want?"

"Massa, you need to make a decision about the remarks to the breeding stock.  The comments have been dictated; the staff paralegal is transcribing the materials now; the legal affairs office is being moved to the pool; the paralegal may want to meet with you regarding his employment; I have explained everything to him."

"Slave, you are to meet with Joe and slave Chris.  You are free to speak with them; you are not to sit in a chair; you are to kneel unless Joe tells you otherwise; Joe is to be considered by you during this meeting as being in control of you; any permission that you need you may obtain from him.  Joe is a freeman, as you are aware, and therefore in charge of both you and slave Chris."

From Joe Black's point of view.

"Slave, are you happy with what has happened in the last twenty-four hours?"

"It happened so fast I am not sure, but I have to say that for the most part I am."

"Explain to me why.  I have to say I have several reasons for asking; as you know I am Steve's boyfriend; we are living together and I am sure everyone is pretty well assured that I have not and will never fuck him; you would be safe to say I am the bottom; so I may be a freeman but you and I have more in common than I am with any other freeman.  I want to know for myself; you have gone down this path and I want to know — if I decide to become Steve's slave is this what I am facing.  Second, I owe Doc a great deal and I want to make sure that no mistake is being made."

"Massa Joe, I am lost.  I don't know if you realize it, but after the public meeting this morning I attended a lunch meeting; at that time I was fed slave chow out of a bowl with water to be lapped.  I was treated like the slave that I am.  I was happy; after lunch I went down to the space that had been my office and met with my paralegal.  Those feelings and trappings of status and power were wrong for a slave; I had to confess to the paralegal that I am a slave; that I had to work naked; that he no longer could call me William but had to call me Slave.  I felt clean; I felt pure; I was happy; I felt good and I was proud."

"You sound upset at this point.  Why?'

"Because I don't see how to get out of the problem I have created for Massa Doc and this facility.  It is not that I am the only one who could do the work, but I am afraid that something is going to slip through the cracks."

"All right let me think about what you have said.  Chris, do you have anything to say or questions to ask?"

"Yes, Massa Joe I do.  Slave, as you know from conversations we have had, I am so proud to know you and for the standards that you have and are setting.  Please explain to me what happened last night, why you did what you did, and how you feel about what happened this morning."

"Chris; the smile you see is one because it is good to be able to speak to someone with whom I am equal.  When I walked Mr. Ayass to his room he lifted my chin and made me look him in the eye.  At that moment I realized that I could get him to do anything I wanted; all I had to do was to suck his cock and swallow his sperm.  I knew that Massa Doc had him tested as soon as he came in the door; after he came in my mouth, he lifted my head so he could stare me in the eye as I swallowed.  I decided to press him further and massaged him and then fucked him."

"What I did was in line with what Massa Doc and my Massa had told me I could do; the problem I have with what I did was that I attributed it all to me; I am nothing but a slave; for a slave to act, speak and think properly, the words I, me, my, and mine, are dangerous.  I did not accomplish those things; massa's slave accomplished those things.  I need all the help I can get in getting the ego that is in me removed so that what is accomplished is for Massa's credit, not this slave's."
 

"Slave, on a purely personal level, do you think that all slaves should take the same path as you have taken?"

"If the freeman gives up his freedom and becomes a slave, he has to have a reason or be in search of something that is missing from his life; in order to find what he is missing; to supply the answer to the reason, then he is going to have to become a slave; they can never find what it is they want or need without enslaving themselves; what they seek and need they cannot find or supply themselves; it can only come from a Master."

"For the person that has already enslaved himself, I suppose it is like a game of Texas Hold'em; if you are convinced that you want to play the game, that is, you want to get out of life what you are looking for or want to experience the pleasures of freedom, then you have to go all in; you are only going to get out of slavehood what you invest and commit to it."

Joe:  "Fuck.  I knew it."

Chris: "William, what does the slave chow taste like?"

From Doctor Taylor's point of view.

As I walked back into my office I found the three of them laughing their asses off.  Slave was on his knees; they instantly stopped and stood up.  I smiled and said, sit, or kneel, as the case may be.  Now, what is so funny?   I need some good news and something to smile about."

Chris and Slave turned to Joe in what appeared to be deference to him as a free man.  Joe said, "Tom, we have been discussing Slave's transition; what he did last night with Mr. Ayass; how  he might have done it differently; his reaction to the open session this morning; what transpired at the closed session; his experience to the lunch meeting,  his coming out to the paralegal and where he sees himself going from here.  We spoke about the fact that he was to give the opening remarks to the breeding group and how to handle his public persona going forward."

"Did you come to any conclusions that you may recommend to me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Is that all that the three of you discussed?"  It was obvious that they had been talking about something else due to their laughter and then when I asked this last question Joe and Chris blushed and looked down; Slave just continued to look down but with a slight smile on his face.  There was silence.

"Slave, look at me."  Slave looked up into my eyes.  I was pleased to see love, compassion, and devotion all coupled with a very small smile.  "What else were you three talking about?" 

He looked over at the other two who cut their eyes over towards him and smiled at him.  Slave looked back up and me and replied, "Master, the two were questioning me about my enslavement, my commitment to Massa, what I get out of it, what I want, my concerns and then what slave chow tastes like."

"What did you tell Joe about what you get out of your voluntary enslavement?"

Joe's head snapped up and he stared at me, his face bright red, when Slave responded, "I get out of it what I put into it."

"What did you tell Chris about the taste of slave chow?"  This time Chris' head snapped up.

"I did not have a chance to tell him."

"Well, what does it taste like?"

"It tastes of humility; it tastes of the love of my Massa and the people here at this Facility; it tastes of what I make it out to be."

There was a silence.

What the hell do I say to that?  I decided to leave it alone for the moment and pursued the immediate problem.  "Slave, as I understand as to what evolved on the fly in the open meeting this morning, the closed meeting this morning and the lunch meeting today, the consensus is that because you are nothing but a slave that it would be improper for you to make the presentation to the breeder candidates, the reasoning being that these persons are free men and always will be free men.  Is that correct?"

"Yes, Massa Doc; but also included is the reason that I, as a slave, am nothing but an extension of my Massa."

"Then what you are saying is that TJ should give the presentation because it is really his work product."

"Yes, Massa Doc."

"You know that might work.  What do you think about leaving the legal office where it is, allowing the paralegal to stay where he is, move a second desk into TJ's office and you can stay there as his extension?

"Slave, you realize that you will have to keep clothing in your Massa's office; and, are we, that is TJ and I, going to have any problems out of you when you are in public with sitting or eating as a free man?"

"No, Sir, Massa Doc."

"All right, Slave, you may leave and go back to Massa's office and implement what I have told you to do."

From Slave Chris' point of view.

That went a whole lot easier than I thought that it would.

Dr. Tom turned towards me and said, "Chris do you have any questions about your status?  Anything you want to discuss?  Now you know that Joe is a doctor and this conversation is including him in that capacity."

"Yes, Dr. Tom, there is.  I am not sure you know all of the background between me and Charles.  I know that my history provides the background as to how we got together and how fast it occurred, but there is one small incident that started as a flash back this morning.

"The evening before Charles took me to the emergency room, he was getting a stool sample ready for his colon test; the doctor's office had written out directions as to his ensuring that the specimen was not contaminated in any fashion.  To do so they indicated that the best method was to have the movement on a large pad and to then transfer a portion to the same box.  Charles had the movement and told me to get a knife and fork; I jumped to the conclusion that he wanted me to eat a portion of the stool, when in fact, he wanted me  to cut off a portion of the sample and put it in the box.  When it became clear what he wanted and that I had not trusted him, I gave him a commitment.  He responded that words were cheap and said he wanted a demonstrative act to illustrate my words and commitment.

"What I said to him and to myself, and what I did is as follows:

"I crawled up the bed towards him; I lifted his legs putting them up in the air spreading them apart and opening him up.  He had not moved after taking the shit and I could not tell how much residue had been left, but it did not matter.  I took a deep breath and leaned down and started to clean my master.  I slobbered, licked, and sucked on his pucker trying to get my tongue inside him.  Was it pleasant?  Hell, no.  Did I realize that there were some clumps of his shit stuck to the hair around his hole?  Yes.  Did I clean them up?  Yes.  Was there some residue left in his crack?  Yes.  Did I enjoy it?  That is a damn good question, and I don't pretend that I want to eat shit, but if he tells me to then there must be a reason for his telling me to do it.  What you must keep in mind is that what I have committed to or what I am doing as a demonstration of my commitment is that I won't question why he tells me to do something; his very telling me to do it is sufficient; I have sufficient trust in him to accept his decision.  After five or so minutes, I put his legs down, and looked him in the eye.  "When a man takes a shit he usually has to pee.  You have not gotten off the bed since you shit."  I picked up his cock and put it in my mouth and looked him in the eye.  I felt the trickle start and then I was frantically swallowing my man's urine.

"At that point I broke down and started to cry.  I stood up and stumbled over to Tom who pulled me down into his lap, put his arms around him and comforted him.  "Why are you crying?"

"Massa Doc, I have been talking the talk, but how can I say I am Charles' slave and be compared to William?"

"Chris, everyone is different; who is comparing you?"

"Me.  How do I live with myself when I traipse around here in my clothes, call Charles by his first name, sit at the table and eat like a free man?"

"Have you discussed this with your Master?"

"No, sir."

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"Massa Doc, do you think that I could be allowed to spend some time with William to talk with him?"

"Slave I think you need to spend some time with Slave, and you may want to spend some time with Dr. Joe.  After you have come to any conclusions and have identified the issues, if you wish to speak with your Master about them, then you should go see him.  If at any time in the process you wish to see me, my door is open."

"You may go now.  Try and find Slave."

From Dr. Joe Black's point of view.

It certainly is easier when it is the patient you are talking to than when it is you in the patient's seat.

Tom turned to me when Chris had closed the door, and said, "That certainly went better than I could have hoped for."

"What do you think of what or where William is going?"

"Joe you have to stop calling him William.  He has been sanctioned for his behavior, and that behavior requires all of us to refer to him as Slave.  Now where do I think he is and/or going?  I don't think anyone knows.  He has been at the forefront of the transformation of a nice, educated, smart, successful individual who for probably thirty years had no idea that one day he would be a cocksucker; a guy that enjoys being fucked up the ass.  None of that is bad; he is a nice guy; he has done stuff for this facility that the rest of us together have never dreamed was possible much less accomplished in one hour and five minutes by himself.  He did not set out to suck Ayass' cock; he didn't even know that he was going to be asked to walk him back to his room.  For God's sake, until Ayass lifted his head to look him in the eye I bet the thought never crossed his mind.  He is not out there looking for cock to suck; subconsciously he realized that it is his duty and responsibility to sacrifice himself, his reputation, his body, his status as a slave, for the greater good of the rest of us.  You should have smelled him when he was done; Ayass, like a great many from the Middle East, has strong body odor.  He licked him, sucked him and cleaned him."

"And then this morning without any type of warning or idea of what was going to happen, he sucked another load of sperm out of him; you saw the sperm back up out of his nose due to the quantity the guy's balls ejaculated; then he drank his piss and sucked his ass hole.  The result?  The guy is going to see to it that we do about ten million Dollars of business a year.  The total value of the contract is about $125 Million when you count the escrow balances.  Can you imagine what type of relationship we will have with the banks when we control that much in deposits?

"Those type of results would allow him to demand pretty much whatever he wanted; and, what does he want?  He wants to be punished and sanctioned for allowing Ayass to cause a tear in his Master's slave's ass hole; he demands that he be required to eat off the floor like a dog from a bowl of slave chow. So with all of that, what are your thoughts?"

"Well, you and the rest of the staff know him far better than I, but the thing I have come away with is the fact that he is so contented with what has occurred; he is happy; and, the thing is that all he wants is to be a good slave for his Master.  He is willing to sacrifice himself for his benefit of his Master; no, on second thought, it is not that he is willing — he sees it as his calling."

"Interesting insight.  So where do you and Steve stand?  Any thoughts come out of  Slave's comments and actions have influence on you?"

"I have to have another conversation with him.  We have not had anal intercourse as of yet.  We have agreed to just about everything, including my voluntarily telling him that I felt serious about the wedding vows that provided that the wife would obey the husband."

"What do you have left to discuss?"

"I am thinking that we are going to have to revisit the slave issue.  Dr. Tom, I am jealous of the Slave; I want what he has; I want to feel about Steve the way he feels about TJ; I want to be able to do what he does; to make the sacrifices he makes."

"Joe … just between us guys?"

"Sure, Tom."

"How the hell are you going to take that cock daily?  That damn thing when really hard is slightly longer than twelve inches on the ruler.  I know; I measured it."

"I know, and I told him that he has his work cut out for him as when I do take it and can take it regularly because I like it."

"What about Chris?"

"He wanted to know what slave chow tasted like."

"Oh, shit!  He is history."

From TJ Wright's point of view.

I was working on several background memos that Tom had sent up to me, and to be truthful, I was waiting for Slave.  I heard the door open and looked over at him.  His eyes were on the floor and he came over to me, sank to the floor, and put his head on my knee.

"Where have you been?"

"In a meeting with Massa Doc."

"What have you learned from the activities for the last twenty-four hours?"

"Massa, thank you for giving me the leeway to learn about myself."

"Slave, you have confused me."

"Massa, since we first got together after Emily's death, I have been lost until today."

"What happened today?"

"It is not just what happened today; it has happened over time, it just took until today for me to understand or accept it.  After Emily was killed, I was so afraid of being alone that I wanted you to protect me; my motivation was fear.  That is no longer the key factor to me."

"What is it now?"

"You."

"What are you talking about?"

"Massa, it goes back to when we were thirteen; when you first made me submit.  No one made me submit to Mr. Ayass; no one made me suck his cock; no one made me give him a massage; no one made me sit down on his cock; no one this morning made me drink his piss, so I could suck the cum out of him or to lick his ass hole.  I did those things on my own, not because someone made me submit; I submitted because by doing so, I could accomplish something as an extension of you.  You are the one who is entitled to the credit and I to be punished.  The punishment helps me because it reduces me and builds you up.  Instead of being the attorney for The Facility, I do the work and my owner gets the credit.  I now eat like a dog and you get the accolades; I no longer am called by a name other than what I am — a slave.  I no longer exist except through you; if you don't exist, I don't exist; if something is accomplished, you accomplish it."

I put my hand out to him and led him over to the bed.  I pushed him down onto the bed and lay down beside him.  I ran a finger along his jaw line, feeling his beard, kissed his lips; he lay there looking up at me smiling.

"William, I want to undo something.  When we first started after Emily's death, I wanted to tear you down; to mutilate your cock; to stop you from cuming the way a man cums; all so that I could totally possess you.  What you have said is that I now do so; not by what I have done to you but because of what you have given me.  William, I love you.  In public I will call you Slave; in private I will call you William, wife, lover, friend.  Now don't misunderstand me.  I am going to keep on stretching your nuts and your cock; if anything I may stretch them even more."

I started tickling him; he started laughing and trying to get away from me.  He rolled over onto his tummy, put his legs together, his arms along his sides and tucked his head and neck down.  I reached down and wiggled my fingers between his thighs; I gently pinched the tender flesh of his inner thighs.  William called out, "Please, please stop.  I give."

"You know that is not how you give.  What are you supposed to say?"

"I submit, I submit, please stop."

"What are you supposed to do?"

William opened his legs, put his hands over his head and lifted up his hips opening himself to me.

I put my legs between his thighs and spread them open as far as they would go and then opened his cheeks exposing his rosebud.  I leaned down and sucked on him, driving my tongue deep into his inner being.  He was moaning and pushing his hips into my lips and onto my tongue.  I spit onto my hand to wet my cock and then slowly pushed into him.  I let the head open him up pleat by pleat; precum flowed from the end of my cock like I was a high school freshman which allowed me to push a half-inch of the head and then shaft into his warm tunnel; I then would stop, pull back, stop and then push in what I had given up plus an additional section of my penis.  At some time I was all the way in and instead of fucking him like you would expect of using an in and out motion, I went from side to side and up and down.  I scraped the sides and top and bottom of his hole.  When I had thoroughly reamed him out I rolled us on our sides rather than him face down.  I put my hands around him and pulled him into me.  I had fucked William hundreds of times and I could tell that this time was different for him; I stopped my cock, holding it still as I loved his ear and neck.  He lay there moaning and rubbing his head against mine.  I turned his head so that we could kiss mouth to mouth and I could see his eyes.

"William, I am going to pull out of you; I want you to roll onto your back, spread your legs; do it now."  He did and I got between his legs on my knees, my cock red, the head shiny, dripping, and hard.  I put a pillow under his hips, raising them to the level of my cock.  I put the head close to him.

"William, I want you to put your hand down between your legs on to my cock and guide it to you."  He did so and I let it enter into him for about an inch when I stopped.

"William, I am going to make love to you now.  I release you from the prohibitions from cuming like a normal man; I am going to try to hold off having a climax until you cum.  I don't have to keep you from cuming to control you; I want you as my partner; you are a slave just like you have dark hair, but you are also my partner.  I love you and want you forever."

With that I started fucking him; he was confused at first and then he raised his legs so that they encircled me; he locked his ankles; he raised himself up to meet me; he scratched my back; he bit me on my neck and shoulders; he bit my lips until I bled.  I tried to hold off but I could not; I felt the train of cum starting deep within me; I shuddered as the blistering hot cum shot out of my cock; I felt his asshole clinch around my cock until it hurt; he started shaking, tears flowed from his eyes, his tongue rolled out of his mouth; he drooled saliva from the corners of his mouth; and then I felt it; his cock started getting hard and he came.

I pulled out of him and licked up his cum as he sucked my cock clean.  I put him on his side as  he lifted his leg and took my cock which had stiffened up and I entered into him.

To be continued...

Posted: 06/08/12