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Enslavement of Jim
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Category:
S through Z › Sentinel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,119
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Sentinel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Chapter One
When the alarm when off the next morning Jim groaned and reached a hand out to slam it off. He turned over only to discover that he was alone in bed. He expanded his hearing and noticed no other heartbeat in the loft. Sighing he got out of bed, put on his robe, and headed downstairs.
Pausing at the coffee maker, he found a note from Sandburg:
Went to Rainer early, hopefully I can get to the station early as well. Maybe we can talk later. I think we need to clear up a few things. We both are looking for something or lacking something we need or want.
Blair
Jim sighed as he drank his coffee and got ready for work. He was going to have a tough time convincing Simon to call a conclave of Tops and to convince them to train Blair, let alone join the club. Plus, how was he going to convince Blair that this is what Jim wanted, desired, and needed in his life?
Jim got into the BDSM scene when he was in Army, as a private first class. His sergeant at that time somehow picked up on Jim’s needs or desires. He took him to a “specialized club” called Divine Times. There was a special entrance for military personnel so they wouldn’t be seen. Once inside the club, Jim thought he was in heaven. The smells, the sights, the sounds were exhilarating to him. Watching the private, the sergeant knew he had found a new ‘sub’ to play with and to train, but he would take it easy so as not to scare him away.
Over the next year Jim trained on base during the day for his missions, and at night he trained with the sergeant either at the sergeant’s home or at the club. At the home there was always a guest or two to perform in front of, while at the club, he had to be on his best behavior. The stinging of the leather when he made a mistake made him almost want to make one, just to feel the “pleasure” of the leather.
Remembering all of the fun he had in the army had brought up some problems now. He would have to take care of that problem before he could get dressed to go to work.
Arriving at the station on time, which in of itself was a miracle considering he had to fist himself twice, he looked around and saw that everyone was busy at their desks. He also saw that Simon was alone in his office. He quickly walked over and knocked twice on the door frame.
“Come in,” Banks barked.
As Jim opened the door and stepped in, he assumed a submissive position in his stance; his arms crossed behind him, his legs apart and his head bowed. He made sure the door was closed and locked before he began speaking. “Sir, this submissive requests a conclave of the Masters to present a matter near and dear to this submissive’s heart.”
Hearing Jim’s tone of voice and seeing his stance, Simon immediately dropped the good-natured Captain Banks persona and became Master Simon. “Why should we hold a conclave for one who left us so long ago?”
“Sir, you know the reason for my leaving. It had nothing to do with the club, Sir.”
Simon glared at him from behind his desk. “Well at least you have not forgotten your training. What is the matter you wish to bring forth to the conclave? If I find it worthy I will do it. If not, I will whip you myself. Now speak.”
Jim gulped. “Sir, I wish my Guide to become my new Master but he needs training and exposure to understand my needs, Sir. Once he understands, I’m sure that he can be the Master that I require both to work with my senses as well as my need to be a ‘sub’ or ’slave’ as he chooses, Sir.”
Simon let his eyes roam over Jim’s body. He remembered many erotic nights at the club with this one servicing the Masters’ every whim. “Let me get this straight, slave. You want us to bring an unknown into the club just to expose him to the lifestyle so that you can have him for your own Master?”
“Sir, Yes Sir.”
“If I do this, I will force the vote of the conclave to make you a slave and brand you as such. You will never be a sub, but will become the property of a new Master, be it Sandburg or another. And he will be told this the first night he is there.”
At that Jim paled. A branded slave was the lowest on the totem pole among the slaves. The ranks were as important among them as it was among the Masters, and to be branded meant you weren’t even human, but property.
“Sir, if it means I have a chance at Blair becoming my Master, then I will take the branding as a gift to be with him.”
Simon stared at the man standing before him. “Leave now. I have things to think about and things to do before I call the others.”
“Sir, Yes Sir.” Jim bowed a little and, unlocking the door, left the office to return to his desk.
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After Jim left the office Simon sat at his desk for some time thinking things through. He finally decided he needed to talk to someone.
He picked up the phone. “Rhonda, can you get Joel Taggart in here please?”
“Yes, Captain.”
A few minutes later Joel appeared at his door. Simon asked him to lock the door and to have a seat. When he did, once again the persona of Captain Banks slipped away.
“Master Joel, I seem to have a problem. A sub who has been away from the club for a long while wishes to be readmitted along with a new Master who needs to be trained from the ground up. The sub had a very good reason to leave; I know all about it and so do you if you think about it. I even threatened him with branding if he pushes this and he said he would welcome it as a gift if he could be with his Master.
“So what am I to do? Do I let the new Master in for training?”
“Simon, Blair would do anything for Jim. Even this, if he was asked properly. Our job is to make sure that Blair gets to see the good side, the enjoyment, and the erotic side of being a Master. Once we get the body aboard the mind will soon follow. Show the lifestyle to the anthropologist in him and we will have him hooked. But I agree that Jim should be branded for forcing our hand in this matter. How, where, and with what will be up to Blair. It will be his final test.”
“Agreed.” Simon smiled. “Now how do we get the conclave to agree?”
“Easy, just tell them a matter has arisen and we need a yes or no vote. A ‘yes’ vote we can get back to the subs immediately. A ‘no’ means we have to argue the point formally. Explain this to them and you’ll have your votes.”
“Joel, you’re just evil.”
The other man grinned. “Isn’t that what you called me in here for?”
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An hour after Joel left his office Simon called Jim back into the office. Jim nervously took the normal stance of a sub after locking the door.
“I have agreed to your proposal. Between Joel and myself we will get the votes necessary to allow Blair to be trained. We also have decided that you are to be branded for forcing us into this predicament, and that Blair, as his final test, will do it.”
For the first time since entering the office Jim looked up at Simon. “No. He won’t understand what that means. Sir, it could ruin all your training if he finds out what that means.”
“Oh, he’ll know exactly what it means before he does it; including the part about it taking away a slave’s last bit of status from him for his deeds. The only status you will have after you have been branded will be Sandburg’s. And he will know it, as will everyone else. Remember what a branded slave wears?”
Jim flushed. “A branded slave wears no clothes at the club or at home to show his shame to the world.”
Simon smiled. “Correct. Now get back to work. Your partner will be here soon and you are not allowed to talk to him about this at all. I will speak to him later today. Oh, the next time I see you I want all body hair from the neck down gone. And I’ll inspect you to be sure you have complied.”
With that Jim left the office, heading back to his desk to try to get some work done. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to cheer or cry. He got what he wanted, but lost all that he was in the same game.
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When the alarm when off the next morning Jim groaned and reached a hand out to slam it off. He turned over only to discover that he was alone in bed. He expanded his hearing and noticed no other heartbeat in the loft. Sighing he got out of bed, put on his robe, and headed downstairs.
Pausing at the coffee maker, he found a note from Sandburg:
Went to Rainer early, hopefully I can get to the station early as well. Maybe we can talk later. I think we need to clear up a few things. We both are looking for something or lacking something we need or want.
Blair
Jim sighed as he drank his coffee and got ready for work. He was going to have a tough time convincing Simon to call a conclave of Tops and to convince them to train Blair, let alone join the club. Plus, how was he going to convince Blair that this is what Jim wanted, desired, and needed in his life?
Jim got into the BDSM scene when he was in Army, as a private first class. His sergeant at that time somehow picked up on Jim’s needs or desires. He took him to a “specialized club” called Divine Times. There was a special entrance for military personnel so they wouldn’t be seen. Once inside the club, Jim thought he was in heaven. The smells, the sights, the sounds were exhilarating to him. Watching the private, the sergeant knew he had found a new ‘sub’ to play with and to train, but he would take it easy so as not to scare him away.
Over the next year Jim trained on base during the day for his missions, and at night he trained with the sergeant either at the sergeant’s home or at the club. At the home there was always a guest or two to perform in front of, while at the club, he had to be on his best behavior. The stinging of the leather when he made a mistake made him almost want to make one, just to feel the “pleasure” of the leather.
Remembering all of the fun he had in the army had brought up some problems now. He would have to take care of that problem before he could get dressed to go to work.
Arriving at the station on time, which in of itself was a miracle considering he had to fist himself twice, he looked around and saw that everyone was busy at their desks. He also saw that Simon was alone in his office. He quickly walked over and knocked twice on the door frame.
“Come in,” Banks barked.
As Jim opened the door and stepped in, he assumed a submissive position in his stance; his arms crossed behind him, his legs apart and his head bowed. He made sure the door was closed and locked before he began speaking. “Sir, this submissive requests a conclave of the Masters to present a matter near and dear to this submissive’s heart.”
Hearing Jim’s tone of voice and seeing his stance, Simon immediately dropped the good-natured Captain Banks persona and became Master Simon. “Why should we hold a conclave for one who left us so long ago?”
“Sir, you know the reason for my leaving. It had nothing to do with the club, Sir.”
Simon glared at him from behind his desk. “Well at least you have not forgotten your training. What is the matter you wish to bring forth to the conclave? If I find it worthy I will do it. If not, I will whip you myself. Now speak.”
Jim gulped. “Sir, I wish my Guide to become my new Master but he needs training and exposure to understand my needs, Sir. Once he understands, I’m sure that he can be the Master that I require both to work with my senses as well as my need to be a ‘sub’ or ’slave’ as he chooses, Sir.”
Simon let his eyes roam over Jim’s body. He remembered many erotic nights at the club with this one servicing the Masters’ every whim. “Let me get this straight, slave. You want us to bring an unknown into the club just to expose him to the lifestyle so that you can have him for your own Master?”
“Sir, Yes Sir.”
“If I do this, I will force the vote of the conclave to make you a slave and brand you as such. You will never be a sub, but will become the property of a new Master, be it Sandburg or another. And he will be told this the first night he is there.”
At that Jim paled. A branded slave was the lowest on the totem pole among the slaves. The ranks were as important among them as it was among the Masters, and to be branded meant you weren’t even human, but property.
“Sir, if it means I have a chance at Blair becoming my Master, then I will take the branding as a gift to be with him.”
Simon stared at the man standing before him. “Leave now. I have things to think about and things to do before I call the others.”
“Sir, Yes Sir.” Jim bowed a little and, unlocking the door, left the office to return to his desk.
*************************************************************************************
After Jim left the office Simon sat at his desk for some time thinking things through. He finally decided he needed to talk to someone.
He picked up the phone. “Rhonda, can you get Joel Taggart in here please?”
“Yes, Captain.”
A few minutes later Joel appeared at his door. Simon asked him to lock the door and to have a seat. When he did, once again the persona of Captain Banks slipped away.
“Master Joel, I seem to have a problem. A sub who has been away from the club for a long while wishes to be readmitted along with a new Master who needs to be trained from the ground up. The sub had a very good reason to leave; I know all about it and so do you if you think about it. I even threatened him with branding if he pushes this and he said he would welcome it as a gift if he could be with his Master.
“So what am I to do? Do I let the new Master in for training?”
“Simon, Blair would do anything for Jim. Even this, if he was asked properly. Our job is to make sure that Blair gets to see the good side, the enjoyment, and the erotic side of being a Master. Once we get the body aboard the mind will soon follow. Show the lifestyle to the anthropologist in him and we will have him hooked. But I agree that Jim should be branded for forcing our hand in this matter. How, where, and with what will be up to Blair. It will be his final test.”
“Agreed.” Simon smiled. “Now how do we get the conclave to agree?”
“Easy, just tell them a matter has arisen and we need a yes or no vote. A ‘yes’ vote we can get back to the subs immediately. A ‘no’ means we have to argue the point formally. Explain this to them and you’ll have your votes.”
“Joel, you’re just evil.”
The other man grinned. “Isn’t that what you called me in here for?”
*************************************************************************************
An hour after Joel left his office Simon called Jim back into the office. Jim nervously took the normal stance of a sub after locking the door.
“I have agreed to your proposal. Between Joel and myself we will get the votes necessary to allow Blair to be trained. We also have decided that you are to be branded for forcing us into this predicament, and that Blair, as his final test, will do it.”
For the first time since entering the office Jim looked up at Simon. “No. He won’t understand what that means. Sir, it could ruin all your training if he finds out what that means.”
“Oh, he’ll know exactly what it means before he does it; including the part about it taking away a slave’s last bit of status from him for his deeds. The only status you will have after you have been branded will be Sandburg’s. And he will know it, as will everyone else. Remember what a branded slave wears?”
Jim flushed. “A branded slave wears no clothes at the club or at home to show his shame to the world.”
Simon smiled. “Correct. Now get back to work. Your partner will be here soon and you are not allowed to talk to him about this at all. I will speak to him later today. Oh, the next time I see you I want all body hair from the neck down gone. And I’ll inspect you to be sure you have complied.”
With that Jim left the office, heading back to his desk to try to get some work done. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to cheer or cry. He got what he wanted, but lost all that he was in the same game.
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