I walked swiftly without hesitation through to the lounge room all the while I heard the rapid steps of the boy behind me. I sat down on my large lounge suite and laid back facing the boy standing before me “first” I said “the rules”. I handed the boy a pair of Marle grey trunks. “This will be your uniform in the summer months. this is all that you will wear whilst attending my needs in the house, put them on now.” I said. The boy looked at me with a confused look upon his face “do you want me to explain it to you again?” I asked “This is your uniform, take off the clothes you are wearing and put these on now.” The boy looked around the somewhere to conceal himself whilst changing his clothes “there is no need for that” I said “I own you everything about you is mine, take off your clothes now and put on your uniform before I punish you.”

The boy slowly removed his white T-shirt and football shorts that had been supplied to him by the slave trader, all the while covering his genitals with his hands. I slapped his hand. “I will remind you that I own you, you have no right to modesty you have no right to privacy.” I said. Slowly he removed his hand from his groin and he took the underwear package from my hand and slowly opened it. A look of horror overcame the boy’s face when he realised that they were the size fit for an eight-year-old “put them on” I said. The boy quickly pulled the trunks up over his thighs to cover his nakedness I had judged the size well they fitted but only just showing off all of his package. you could clearly see the Prince Albert ring through his underwear.

“Now the tour” I said. I showed the boy the various rooms of the house and explained to him when and where it was appropriate for him to be in certain parts of the house and the duties required of him. I concluded the tour at a small door located underneath the staircase “through here is your quarters” I said. I opened the door and stepped through to a narrow staircase that led down into the basement. I flicked on the light to reveal a sparsely furnished room containing a bed, a couple of blankets, a pillow, a treadmill and a weights set a vaulting horse and a locked cupboard. “I expect that when you are not serving my needs that you will keep yourself fit lean and healthy.” I said “the cupboard contains disciplinary items should you need to be punished” I continued. Walking on through a doorway without a door we entered a small room that contained a shower and toilet and hand basin there were no doors or curtains this is your bathroom “I expect you to keep yourself fresh and clean for me at all times” I said. “Bathe and organise your quarters and I expect you in the kitchen in half an hour” I said. I pointed to a camera in the corner of the room “Don’t muck about as I can see everything you are doing at all times down here” I said as I mounted the stairs leaving the boy standing in the middle of the room.

I walked back up the stairs closing the door behind me and went to the kitchen and removed a beer from the fridge and moved on to my study. I turned on the small TV monitor located on the corner of the bookcase and sat myself down in my large executive leather office chair. An image of the basement room emerged on the monitor and I noticed the boy was sitting on the bed sobbing into his hands. “I’ll give something to cry about when I get hold of that cute little arse” I thought.

I sipped on my beer and read the daily paper all the while glancing at the monitor to keep an eye on the boy. He had got into the shower now and was still sobbing as he washed himself and dried himself and put his grey trunks back on. I noticed him go up the stairs and a couple of moments later, I heard the door under the stairs close. After a couple of minutes, I looked up to see the red eyed boy standing in the study doorway.

“What do you call this?” I challenged, “You’re late!” “I....err.... sorry” stammered the boy. “SHUT UP” I yelled. “Get over here” I snapped. ”you must be reminded that you are to follow my instructions”. The boy slowly approached me. I shoved my hand down the front of the boy’s shorts and grasped his testicles. “These make a boy insolent and lazy, be warned that if you continue to display these traits, I will remove them” I stated, giving his testicles a squeeze to reinforce my point. “I cannot however, let this matter go unpunished” I said as I slid forward on my seat and pulled the boy towards me.

I pushed the boy over my knee and slid his trunks down. “I will give you something to remind you that when I say something, you will listen and do it” I said as I spanked the boy’s bottom with my hand.

After about 20 strokes, my hand prints had turned a crimson red on his bottom and the boy was crying. I stopped and pulled the boys trunks up and sat the boy up on my knee.

I brushed the tears from his cheek. “Don’t cry “I said softly “you must understand your place, you are my slave and I own you now, but that doesn’t mean you must be miserable all the time, just do as I command, when I command it and you will find yourself not getting spanked” I said. “Now, its time for you to serve me my dinner”

I went trough to the kitchen all the while the boy was following me “ your duty is to serve me my dinner that was prepared by the housekeeper earlier today” I said as I sat at the table at a place already set by the housekeeper earlier today. “It is a casserole, all you have to do is spoon it onto that plate and set it on the table before me” I said.

The boy served me my dinner and stood upright beside me while I ate my dinner, once I had finished, I advised the boy that now I have eaten, he may eat the leftovers, clean up and find me in my study for further instructions.