"It's incredible, John. I would never have believed that in two short years you have created an enterprise that has culminated in this..." and he spread his hands out to cover the whole spread of the huge building. "From the outside it has class and obviously attracts the upper end of the market. Your accommodation and training facilities for the slaves are perfect: Spartan and hardy but utile, while your show and display rooms ooze luxury. Your sales staff are knowledgeable but good-looking and personable and I can see you have given them the authority to deal with your clients without having to go to your sales manager all the time..."

John smiled at his father. "It's all down to you, Dad. You never pushed us, but encouraged us to learn and to stand on our own feet. I have merely used those precepts with my people.

His father looked sad for a moment and John enquired what was troubling him. "It's your brother, John. All he wants to do is to play; drive around in fast cars and pick up, play with and then drop a succession of beautiful women..."

"He's still young, Dad. He'll eventually settle down..."

But they both knew his words were fatuous. Kwenu M'Bonga did not indicate or even hint that he was considering John as his successor when he retired in ten years or so and John had no idea he was even thinking of it. He certainly had no aspirations for the top job, content to do his own part in assisting his father in the giant conglomerate.

But he did now set up his own household and while his father and mother were sorry to see him leave the nest, knew that it was time he cut the apron strings, as it were... He bought a very nice house not far from his father's palatial mansion but it was far from palatial. He employed a houseman, Oza, to oversee the slaves who would look after it and then he and Oza selected those he wanted from the showrooms to staff and service it.

They decided a slave-cook, a slave-housemaid, a valet and a gardener would be adequate. For the cook, they chose Wong, a twenty-five year old man from Shanghai who had shown some culinary ability; Frieda, nineteen as his housemaid; Carl, a blonde, beautifully muscled young Englishman of twenty years as his valet; and Attila, a dark and handsome muscleboy of just eighteen as gardener and handyman.

All of them were good-looking (although only reasonably well-skilled at the tasks they would perform), for John fully intended to use them all as his sexual partners whenever he felt the need.

As they had looked over the stock, Oza, who held a university degree in home management (for it had quickly become obvious that large household were going to require many slaves to replace the servants who were departing in droves for better employment over the last generations and those slaves were going to require management by skilled butlers or the like) had offered his advice as to the basic skills each already possessed but that he would be training them to be the best servants a man could have.

Such employees commanded an excellent salary for their services were essential in the great houses (which might have as many as four dozen slaves) as well as smaller ones such as John had now bought.

Oza was now thirty-one years old and had served for the last six years as an assistant to a senior man who ran a house similar to Kwenu's but he had impressed John who had been pleased to gain his services.

In their initial interview, which had covered the whole gamut of what John wanted from him and how he expected his household to run, he had asked John of his sexual needs. This was not an intrusion on his privacy but a matter essential for his butler if he was to manage the slaves appropriately. John had told him he was bisexual but had no leanings towards BDSM (Bondage and Discipline/Sado-Masochism) and the man had just nodded and filed it away as he had so many other important aspects of his new employer.

Each of the slaves was handsome and muscular - and yes, this includes Frieda, who was fresh-faced and highly athletic, rather than beautiful and voluptuous, just as John liked his ideal women.

Although I have said he had remained essentially celibate during the years he set up and developed his father's latest enterprise, he had merely put his sexuality aside for the duration. When he did indulge however, he was a highly vigorous and innovative lover whose love of swimming and gymnastics had developed a beautifully muscled physique of his own and now that he had set up his own household, he had every intention of using Frieda and the male slaves whenever he felt the urge.

And that urge was now very strong, given his years of virtual celibacy and the new presence of his very own naked slaves in his own house.

On the first night, he informed Oza that he wished for Frieda to be brought to his suite at nine o'clock and he dispatched Carl to his quarters in the slave-cellars at eight. Oza spent an hour lecturing her in the etiquette and practice of her sexual use by her master and she listened attentively.

Of course she knew what sex was. Even at nineteen years, all Europeans, boys and girls both, indulged from the advent of puberty. With the demise of civilisation, so had its cultural and moral trappings and there was not a teenager among them who didn't play regularly.

But she had no finesse other than what she had learned in John's factory in Germany and later at the dealership in Timbuktu. John was well aware of this and was looking forward to teaching her what he had learnt both from his family and friends as well as his own research while at university for he firmly believed that anything worth doing, was worth doing well and sex was definitely worth doing!

Oza delivered her to his suite on the dot of nine o'clock.

John was relaxing in an easy chair in his sitting room, wearing only a short silk robe that left his powerful and shapely thighs almost totally exposed. He beckoned her over to him and she stood there demurely, her so beautifully athletic body, freshly washed, oiled, rubbed and perfumed, and more provocative than he would have believed.

"Remove my robe, slave," he said slowly, staring up at this vision of blonde, European beauty now standing ready and receptive before him.

"Yes, master," she said softly and moved right up to him standing astride his legs and reaching over him to ease the silk robe up and off his body, her beautifully-formed breasts only centimetres in front of his eyes and he reached up and cupped their firm softness in his two hands and sighed in pleasure at the sensation.

"Ooooh, Master, you have a beautiful body..."

"Thank you, slave... Now take the robe through there into my dressing room and hang it up then come back here."

She did and he now bade her sit herself down astride his thighs and place her hands up behind her head. She did and now stared from his so handsome face, down over the broad, boulder-like shoulders, the wide chest with its slab-like muscles, down to the startling array of his abdominals and finally to the massive weapon now standing straight up from his pubes, as nude as her own for he too, disliked hair on his body, and she gasped anew at the sheer splendour of her new master.

What a body, she thought. None of the boys she had grown up with had physiques like this (but then balanced and adequate diets were no longer available to Europeans) but what about that enormous pecker standing almost up to the bottom of his chest line. It was long, yes, far longer than that of any man she had ever seen before, but it was also thick and solid and of course circumcised, something she had never seen before.

"May I worship it, master?" she asked shyly.

He smiled up at her. "You know how, girl?"

"Oh yes, master. We all do...?"

"Go ahead then..."

She climbed off him and dropped to her knees beside his left thigh and then swooped her head down over his now quivering phallus, her right hand straying up over his extraordinary belly muscles; her left gently stroking his thighs.

He sighed in pleasure as her mouth now opened and her lips slid down over the perfectly-formed crown and then further, slowly taking all of its seventeen centimetre length right down her throat, then pulling half way back a ways before swooping right down until her lips were grazing his smoothly naked pubes.

He sat there in a delirium of orgasmic pleasure (although he hadn't yet orgasmed), staring down at her fresh and apparently ingenuous face as it stared up at him in adoration.

He was well aware of her people's lack of culture, morals and sophistication and that they were all sexually promiscuous but he thought this girl might show a remarkable promise and he was going to nurture her over the next ten years.

But from that moment, it just got better and better...

 

She didn't keep up the fellatio for long, sensing that he was extremely horny and that a premature climax might well annoy him. It wouldn't have for he was an extraordinarily virile man and could manage four and sometimes five of them in one session.

But he was grateful for her courtesy and while he had been planning this night ever since first setting eyes on her, he decided to let her stage-manage it and see what happened.

He was glad he did for although she lacked sophistication, she had learned a lot about sex with the various boys from her village and what made them pleased and what annoyed them.

Accordingly, she drew back off his cock, then leapt up to land astride his so beautiful thighs once more, but this time, with that wondrous organ now firmly embedded deep up her twat.

And then she began to wriggle. Yes, she gyrated her upper body around and back, back and forth, up and down and from side to side in a dance reminiscent of the dervish ceremonies, all of her muscles looking incredible but particularly her so firm and shapely breasts which now juddered all over the place in a frenzied orgy of delight.

But to his astonishment, she was also using the muscles inside her vagina to excite his organ to an even higher sexual arousal and he began to respond, leaning forward, or starting to, but she forestalled him by reaching her head up to kiss him, first on the mouth, but then all over his face, shoulders, chest and anywhere else she could contort her so supple body to reach while her fingers continued to slide all over his body, knowing the erogenous zones and exciting them to even greater lust!

He sat back again, allowing her to continue with this so exciting action, but her inner muscles still working on his weapon, buried as fully inside her as before.

Now though, as if aware that this was only the prologue, she pulled back, then rose off his body and taking his two hands, drew him up out of the chair and into his bedroom.

"How would you like me, master?" she asked shyly but smiling softly, too.

"On your back, girl..."

She left him to take her place in the centre of his huge bed with her arms and legs splayed out as if wantonly, but it looked anything but wanton to him. He had now fallen for this little minx in a big way but she wasn't a minx. Not at all. She now adored this huge man who owned her and she would have done anything for him. She certainly wasn't seeking favours from him.

He mounted her and then made love to her as if she was his wife to be: carefully, lovingly and regulating his energy according to her responses. That it developed into a real orgy of almost frenzied love-making was only because that was what she thought he would like. It was, but in fact his thoughts were on a like plane and so it was mutually relished from go to whoa.

And that meant three more hours! No, not continuously, not even John, who was superbly fit, or the slave who had worked in her family's fields all her life, could have managed that but in between the little breaks, they made love every which way until the early hours of the morning - and then slept in each other's arms for the rest of the night, which is where Oza found them when he brought up his master's tea and toast.

 

It has already been mentioned that if you are going to have slaves rather than servants, with everything that is implied in the institution of slavery: long arduous hours of work; unthinking obedience to orders, inherent use of the slave as a sex object regardless of his or her own inclinations; and of course permanent nakedness and nudity, then you also have to have rigid discipline.

Discipline may be imposed in many different ways. In the home, it is mostly by precept and example, sometimes, when necessary, backed up by such ploys as curfew, extra chores and even corporal punishment, when necessary. In the workforce, it is by a dressing down or in extreme cases, docking pay. But with slaves, history has shown that harsh physical, corporal punishment is the best way to impose and maintain strict discipline within the stable.

This may take many forms: caning with a rattan cane; spanking of the buttocks with a leather paddle; flogging with a cat-o-nine-tails, or a signal or bullwhip; tight bondage and incarceration in a cold, dank, dark cell for a period; extra hard labour under the whip for extended periods or electric shocks to the sensitive parts of the slaves' bodies.

These are as an addition to the use of the silicon chips which are routinely implanted in every slave's body to his right testicle or to the internal membrane of her clitoris. However, the more ritual aspects of the other methods go towards correcting a slave's errant ways, whereas the shock via the chip is used more as a reminder or as a method of controlling a slave, if, say, he is sent on an errand and his route is pre-programmed into his chip so that if he strays off it, or stops to talk to someone (especially another slave), he will be zapped.

And so every new slave in any ownership at all, is routinely 'welcomed'

In researching ancient slavery in Europe, the United Kingdom and the Americas, the designers of modern slavery in Africa, found that welcomes were routinely used to apprise a new slave to his owner of what faced them if they erred - even a little.

Most were simply caned but even this so very common punishment in use up to the middle of the twentieth century, varied enormously in its application. In schools, for example, the errant pupil was normally ordered to bend over and touch his or her toes. They were usually allowed to retain all their clothing although there is some evidence that females were required to pull up their skirts and drop their knickers for the cane. In most cases, 'six of the best' was the maximum applied.

Adult servants up to the earlier parts of the twentieth century, could also be punished with the cane, birch or whip. But the methods of administering the cane here included the victim having to kneel, naked, onto a two-stepped caning box, his knees and lower legs resting on the lower step and his upper body draped along the upper one. His ankles and wrists were then secured and up to twenty strokes applied to his semi-taut buttocks.

Caning benches, where he had to lie prone on the long but narrow bench with his ankles and wrists also secured, allowed the cane to be applied to the buttocks in their softest attitude.

If further punishment was deemed necessary during these disciplines, then a peeled 'fig' of ginger was inserted up the victim's anus and rectum and as he clenched his buttocks at each stroke, so that squeezed the fig and it exuded more of its peppery oil which attacked the so sensitive membranes of the lower rectum but particularly the anus itself.

But some owners preferred the use of other forms of a welcome such as a shorter version of those punishments mentioned above.

If a slave was to be 'paddled', he or she was usually strung up by their heels (stretched wide apart to really expose the buttocks to the slap of the leather paddle) and then received a token ten strokes. Enough to hurt but not damage the flesh.

For a flogging, he was stretched out in the form of a St Andrew's cross (an 'X') and the whip applied all over his body. Again, usually ten strokes was deemed sufficient.

John M'Bonga was well aware of the need for rigid discipline in his personal herd and while Oza offered to carry out the welcome for each of the four slaves he took for himself, he demurred. "Thank you, Oza, but I believe each owner of a small herd must administer the welcome to his new slaves. That way he shows them he will not be squeamish when the necessity arises in the future and creates a respect for him in each and every one of them. I wish you to be present however for in small matters, I shall wish you to decide on and carry out the punishments and it is therefore appropriate that you know how hard I wish them punished and I will wish to have a report of each one so that I am aware of each slave's history and behaviour. I will personally deal with a major breach but when I am away, you will have to carry them out as well."

"Certainly, sir. Which style of punishment do you favour, then?"

"I think the caning bench and the rattan cane, at least at first. If that works, fine; if they become used to it or if it isn't sufficient punishment, we can think of other methods..."

"Very good, sir."

The caning bench he acquired was the same as those he had had installed in all his factories and dealerships: it was long and narrow, as described above. The Velcro manacles for the ankles were quick and easy to apply and they were also used for the wrists, except that here, they were fitted to the ends of an iron bar as wide as the bench. In its middle was a lug designed to slide smoothly up and down a metal groove inlaid into the wood of the bench. This could be locked in any given position so a slave was made to lie face down on the bench, his ankles quickly strapped into the Velcro straps at its bottom end and then ordered to place his wrists in the two opened to ones at the top which were then snapped closed and the bar drawn up towards the top end and locked so that he was nice and taut for the discipline.

The bench's top surface was just sixty centimetres above the floor and at that height, perfect to administer a severe caning to the slave's buttocks.

Wong was acquired first and accepted his welcome stoically. By now, you will be aware that slaves were treated strictly from the very beginning. In John's factories and dealerships, they were also treated fairly. Knuckle down, obey orders and work to the best of their ability and they escaped punishment. They were also made aware that a welcome was to be expected at each new change of ownership so he knew from the start that he could expect a caning once he was sold.

He had not been acquired personally by John but the scuttlebutt was that their boss was a fair man and when he found himself chosen to be his cook, he was eminently pleased. He was also pleased to find he would not be figged as part of the welcome and almost willingly laid his athletic body down onto the hard wooden surface of the bench.

John watched him stoically but Oza's eyes were brighter than usual and John guessed he had a trace of sadism in him. John was not looking forward to caning the so handsome and so beautifully muscled young Chinese cook but Oza obviously wished it was him who was about to wield the metre-long, centimetre-thick but so flexible instrument of correction down across those pert buttocks.

Accordingly, he delivered the first five strokes, hard, but not at his full strength, while Wong squirmed (but didn't utter a sound) under the assault. But then his owner handed the cane over to his butler. "Make them the same strength as I did, please, Oza."

"Yes, sir..."

He did, too. He might have had a sadistic streak to his make-up but he was first and foremost a top class head servant (or perhaps household executive, might be a better description) and while he guessed his master was testing him, would not have exceeded the bounds of the welcome, anyway.

His five strokes were therefore delivered in exactly the same way and at the same strength as the first five and when they had released the slave-cook, he got up then dropped to his knees before his owner and thanked him for the welcome, promised to be a good and loyal slave for his ten years of servitude and then kissed the cane which the butler now held out to him as an act of acceptance of his welcome.

 

Frieda, put on a delightful show for her new master, she too, intuitively sensing he would be fair as long as she worked hard to please him. Her Teutonic blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic musculature and fine skin all combining to present an erotic tableau as she squirmed, wriggled, strained and relaxed each and every one of her splendid muscles, and uttered what sounded like gurgles of pleasure as the cane bit deeply into her so muscular nates.

Again, John delivered the first five and then handed the cane to his man who behaved in exactly the same way as before. John had not been sexually excited when he had caned Wong; but he most certainly was now. He had noted that Oza had shown signs of an arousal with the Chinese boy as well as now and he guessed he swung both ways and made a mental note to speak to him about his sexual use of the slaves, something he had omitted to do until now.

In the meantime, he watched in some awe as this girl put on such an inspired show for them both. That the strokes were hurting was obvious, and yet she rose above the pain to appear to be glorying in it and in the best display she could put on for her master.