MSDS Society Ch. 07

I wake hung upside down by rope tied to my ankles again. Master is smiling at me.

"Well done slave. You have evaded capture for 4 hours. I am impressed! We might just win the slave hunt after all!"

Master cuts me down and I fall on my back. I am dragged to my feet and given water and the shot to help me recover quickly.

After 30 minutes, "Slave, I think that's good for today. Let's head back for some dinner."

Master straps me back to the chariot and flicks the reins again, signaling me to pull. I am whipped hard to get home quickly. Once again he has the gardening slave hose me down and air dry me with the leafblower. He pulls me to our room and has me clean him in the shower. The warm water feels good, so, I look forward to cleaning my Master. Except, afterward, when I have to take a cold shower, I shiver again! I am always numb and shivering afterward. It's even colder than the hose outside.

After drying Master and my cold shower, he orders me to follow him to the balcony and to kneel beside him. We are watching the sunset. It is beautiful. It is just like the vacation pictures you would see for a tropical vacation. Except, this is no vacation for me. I do not think I will even have a real vacation ever again. Even when my Master goes on a vacation, I will still be his slave and serve him in any way he wants.

I think back to my family vacations. It was fun I guess. I still had to help my mother with the housework while my father and brother surfed and enjoyed the beach. Mother and I would have to cook and clean the beach house while Father and Brother played on the beach. Father did take us as a family to the beach a few times. I love swimming in the ocean and my father would have me swim every morning. Yet, when we went to the beach as a family, my father and brother would order me to get them drinks or snacks from the cabana even though there were waiters for that job. Yet, I enjoyed doing those things for my father and brother. They always praised me if I did a good job. If I didn't do their tasks well then my father would order my brother to spank me. There were several times I was spanked by my brother in public. So, I tried harder to please them both. Looking back my father was training both my brother and me, my brother as a Master and me as a slave. I remember one time when I spilled drinks running back from the cabana. I tripped on a rock. Father wasn't pleased. Father handed my brother a small leather paddle and told him to spank me 10 times. Right on the beach, my brother orders me to grab my ankles. I am in nothing but my speedo which is all I am allowed to wear while we were on vacation. I was so humiliated! I looked back at my brother who had a big smile on his face. All the others on the beach were watching us. My father would whisper in my brother's ear and my brother ordered me to remove my speedos. Father would always spank me naked. So, here I was being about to be spanked naked on a beach! The beach was private for the resort. Except, all the guests were watching me get spanked naked. Even the staff stopped and watched. No one came to my rescue. I was so humiliated. Well after my public spanking, I got good at delivering drinks to my father and brother.

Even when we would have dinner in the resort's restaurant father would have me get him drinks from the bar. He even had me help the waiter get our food from the kitchen. Looking back, I did notice most of the waiters were in speedos like me. Except. they had bowties on to show they were waiters. Now that I think about it, they also had cable collars locked around their necks too. At the time, I just thought they looked good. Since most of the staff was in speedos, I did not think much of it that I had to wear speedos too. Yet, now thinking back at it, I wonder if they were really slaves of the resort or owned by "The Society". No one questioned my services to my father or brother. Just like at home, I got to know the "Staff" well. The kitchen staff had the food ready for me to carry to our table. I did notice a few other boys and girls doing the same thing for their family members. So, it just seemed normal. I wonder if they were being trained to be slaves just like me.

Master was petting my head while I was lost in my memories of the past.

"Slave, what is it thinking about?"

WOW! This is the first time a Master has asked what I was thinking.

"Sorry Master, it was thinking about how it spent its vacations with its family."

"And what does my slave remember?"

I told him about being spanked on the beach and helping the waiters serve my family in the restaurant for the resort. Plus, making the beds for my family in our rooms and getting more towels each night. Only allowed to wear speedos. All of it.

"Master, was my father and mother training it to be a slave as I grew up?"

Master laughs, "Slave, it's a smart one, isn't it? Yes, slave, its father has been training it to be a slave all of its life. He was also training its brother to be a Master. As a baby, all family members of "The Society" are genetically tested for the dominant and submissive genes. Its family has a strong percentage of either the dominant or submissive genes. That is why it is so valuable. Its father knew the moment it was born what it would become. So, he guided it to what it needed to be. See, slaves like it would never be happy without a Master to own them. If it would have not chosen to join 'The Society' then in the free world it would have been very unhappy until it found someone to take control of it. It most likely would have been searching for years for a Master to own it. So in the end, it would have been enslaved regardless. The Society just makes the process much quicker and easier. Slaves like it, cannot fight its nature as a submissive creature. Well, I am hungry. I am going to order in. And, since it has experience as a waiter, it can go down to the kitchen and bring up my food and its slave chow. Now, hurry up. It doesn't want to be spanked again like on the beach."

I blush seeing Master smiling at me reminding me of the humiliating day at the beach with my brother.

"Yes, Master."

I get up and head for the door but Master orders me to use the slave entrance in the door hidden behind a wooden panel. I remember a slave bringing food from the kitchen through that door. I find a button on the wall that opens a door to a spiral staircase. I quickly descend finding a door at each level of the house. Finally, I come to a door labeled Kitchen and enter. When I go through the door I see a large kitchen. Being we are the only guest in the house, I notice just a few cooks. I approach one of the cooks who also has a collar around his neck. So, I assume he is also a slave. He turns and looks at me.

"Oh yes. Master Alex's slave. Wait over in the corner for its Master's meal to be ready."

This is the first time I have interacted one on one with another slave except for the slave on the plane. I was hoping to be able to chat but that does not seem to be the case. In the corner, I watch the cook prepare my Master's meal. I also, notice a big cauldron where another slave is stirring something. I assume it is slave chow. So, I guess all the slaves on the island eat just slave chow. I go back to watching my Master's meal being prepared. About 20 mins later, I am called over.

"Slave, bring this tray to its Master."

It is a big round tray that looks heavy. I remember my training from the other waiter slaves at the resort with my family. They taught me how to pick up the tray and carry it on my shoulder. The memory of me being a waiter for my family came back and I am happy to have had the training back then. I do not think I could have gone up the spiral staircase without my training from the resort's slaves. I did use the back stairs at times to bring food when my father wanted to eat in our room. It was a spiral staircase as well. So, I make it to our room without an issue. I place the food on a spare table on the balcony then service Master his meal. After setting the table with silverware, I put the plates of food in front of Master. Then I kneel and kiss Master's feet three times, remembering my training with the cane.

Master pats me on the head, "Very good, slave. I think you will be getting my meals all the time from now on. Now go get me a scotch on the rocks"

"Yes, Master."

I quickly go to the bar in our room and pour the drink then bring it to Master. I kneel again at his feet.

"Slave, crawl under the table. I need to piss."

I crawl under the table and open Master's shorts. I pull out his semi-hard cock and put it in my mouth, sealing my lips around the head. As soon as I make a good seal, the piss flows. It comes fast and I have to swallow quickly to keep up. I hear Master relax as he releases in my mouth. Master pats me on the head to indicate he is finished. I milk the last bit of piss from his cock.

"Slave, get me another drink then eat your slave chow."

I stand up, grab Master's glass and make him another drink. I set the drink down in front of Master then kneel over the bowel of slave chow, sticking my mouth in to eat. I am getting better at eating with only my mouth. Lick the bowl clean knowing that I most likely will not eat until morning. It is still humiliating to eat like a dog or some farm animal.

"Slave, take dirty dishes to the kitchen. Come right back quickly!"

I place all the dirty dishes on the tray again. It is a little lighter without the food but still heavy. Having the dishes all stack up makes the tray a little uneven. So when I get to the kitchen, I bump into another slave causing the dishes to crash to the floor.

I hear the cook yell out "SLAVES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! BOTH OF YOU GET OVER HERE!"

Me and the other slave I bumped into look at each other, then the other slave rushes over to the cook. The cook slaps the slave hard in the face. I watch in horror as the cook now points at me.

"Slave, I said get over here NOW!"

I rush to the cook who seems to be in charge of the kitchen. The cook yells at the other slave to clean up the mess I made. I feel bad that the other slave got punished for my mistake.

"Slave, I will need to report this to your Master.", as he pats me on the ass then whispers in my ear " Too bad I cannot punish you boy. It would have been fun, but you are his property so only your Master can punish his slave. Now be a good boy and help clean up your mess" He squeezes my ass then slides his finger up my crack. My face got red so I quickly rush over to help the other slave pick up the broken dishes, being careful not to step on the sharp edges. I mouth in a whisper to the other slave that 'I am sorry'. He mouths back it is 'It is OK'. Once we get everything cleaned, the other slave hugs me and grabs my ass using his middle finger to rub my ass crack. He whispers "It is OK slave, Just be careful next time. I am sorry about what's about to happen next" He release me then pushes me to the door. As I walk up the stairs, I wonder what the other slave means? What is going to happen next?

When I enter the Master's room, I quickly kneel at Master's feet and kiss them three times.

"Slave, what took you so long?"

"Master, I am sorry. I had an accident in the kitchen and had to help clean it up. Sorry, Master!"

"What kind of accident?"

"Master, I bumped into another slave causing the tray of dishes I was carrying to cash to the floor"

"Slave, that does not sound like an accident. It sounds like my slave was not paying attention to who was around it. Slave the cook just messaged me about its carelessness. Slave, those dishes cost 'The Society' money, not to mention wasting its Master's precious time. How does slave intend to repay 'The Society' and ME?"

"Master, this slave does not know. It has no money to pay back 'The Society' or you, Master"

"Think harder, slave!"

Then I remember what the cook and other slave said. Only 'Master can punish his slave' and 'sorry for what will happen next'.

I know what I have to say. I take a big breath, "Master, please punish this slave for breaking property that does not belong to it and wasting its Master's time"

"That's much better slave. The only way a slave can repay for damages and time wasted is by being punished. It is right, slaves have no money, it owns nothing to repay me or the Society except for the punishment it receives. Taking punishment is how a slave repays its Master."

Master grabs my face with his strong hands, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

"The pain I inflict to this body will be my payment. The more I inflict pain to this body, the more this slave can pay me back for wasting my time and damaging The Society's property. Now I think it is time to show my slave the playroom down in the dungeon."

I shake in fear as I stare into Master's eyes. I see how serious he is about punishing me. How will Master punishment me? I fear this punish is going to be worst than anything I have endured yet! Looking into his eye, I can see he wants to punish me, to cause me pain! I have suspected that Master is sadistic but now I am going to find out how much!

Master gets up and grabs a leash. He attaches the leash to my collar and pulls me to my feet.

"Come slave it is time for my slave to repay its Master."