I spent all that winter in the barn, on my new chain, alongside the five other slaves who were already working there when I arrived. It hurt like hell! I disliked her immediately, and she disliked me. She liked to use it, hard, whenever she had the slightest reason. She dressed in black leather, and always carried a short, black single tail whip. But I wish I still had you! Goodbye, dear Peter.” We have a new slave coming tomorrow, and I will put him on the gate, on your old chain. But you endured so well! I was proud to be your supervisor.
I hope you don’t think I was too cruel with you. The Barn is much easier work than work the fields! You would not like being a chained slave in the fields! You have a new supervisor now. I managed to get you transferred to a chain in the Barn. We need our slaves for harder work, to keep the farm going. You could only be our gate slave for a short time. I missed her! She had been strict, but decent. I immediately ran and knelt before her, the closest to her that my chain would let me.
The windows were set high in the wall, and were heavily barred. The steel beam did not extend to the door however, and my chain pulled me up just short of the door. I could move along the entire barn on my chain, by sliding the ring along the beam. The end of my chain ended in a thick steel ring that slid on a horizontal steel beam bolted to one wall of the barn. My new chain was longer, about 30 feet long. In the barn, before my shackles were removed, I was padlocked into an even heavier collar, with an even heavier chain. I was not asked to speak, so I had to accept in silence.Īfter three or four months, the summer was ending, and I was moved, escorted in tight shackles, to indoor barn work. I was simply informed that I would get extra strokes. In my opinion, the two ladies who accused me of being slow, were unreasonable, but I had to accept the punishment. I did have extra strokes on two occasions, by being too slow with the gate. I lost track of the exact date, but it must have been about three months. I think I spent almost three months on my chain by the gate. But at least I didn’t get seventy, as one of the other poor slaves did.Īs I stood locked in my pillory, listening to his screams and watching the ladies laughing as he was strapped, I resolved yet again to be a perfect slave! I would be content to live on my chain! I would be completely docile and respectful and obedient! I realized that the Ladies here had perfected a method of converting men into total slaves! They used good heavy chains and regular hard strappings! After experiencing the chain, and a good hard strapping in the pillory, none of us would ever intentionally be disobedient, ever again! We each knew we could not ever get off our chain! And we each knew the consequences of not being good! We had all been made into total slaves.
The twenty strokes were still absolute agony, and left me weeping with pain. Then I got twenty strokes from the black bitch with her leather strap.
I was allowed one minute to masturbate, in full view of the ladies. When I say ’only’, I simply mean I didn’t get additional strokes. The next Sunday, I was taken back to the pillories again. Most days I had absolutely nothing to do. I had at most one gate-opening to do each day, and I did them as efficiently as I could. I was left to spend the week totally naked, on my chain. The chain was attached to a heavy steel ring, which was bolted into a huge stone block at the end of the wall, by the gate. They were heavy steel, with no possible way to get them off. I had carefully explored my collar, and the padlock, with my fingers. I had spent hours examining every link of my chain. As she said, I was left on my chain, ignored by everybody, the entire week. Chapter 8 - I Settle Into My Life As A Slave