Chapter 9: Family Meeting

(Clarence narrates)

Having agreed on all the rules, our family meeting was coming up and we could present a unified front. We walked along to his bedroom and I made a point of opening the door quickly without knocking. Hunter was obediently standing motionless in Display Position in the center of the room. The ball gag was still in. Everything seemed to be just as I had asked. I was impressed, but secretly disappointed because I was in the mood to punish him. But then I remembered his outbursts earlier and smiled. I had an excuse. Not that I even needed one – he was a slave after all.

But as I got close to him, I was pretty sure I smelled cum and saw some residual traces on the gag and his lower lip. I guessed what had happened but I decided to ignore it for now. I’d have to look into chastity devices at the bondage place tomorrow, just to be safe.

Anyway, the twins paraded in and were looking their brother over, who was very nervously – moving as little as possible – still standing in slave position. You could tell he was worn down, having been standing there for more than three hours, but he was doing admirably. The twins were pinching him and twisting his nipple piercings and horsing around.

“OK,” I said, “Let’s get this meeting started.” Gesturing toward Hunter, I said, “We’ll give the slave a chance to provide input at the end of the meeting, if time allows.”

“The first order of business is to tell the slave his name. You are now ‘Licker’. You should no longer respond to your old name, nor should you ever use it.” It was a good rule, but we still used his old name a lot by accident. It put him in a quandary: if he responded, he was violating this rule. If he didn’t, he’d be punished for not responding. When the twins were upset with him, they’d boss him around like this for a while, each time giving him a demerit to memorize.

“The second order of business is to present the rules.” I read out the rules we had just agreed and stuck them on his wall.

“Just to re-emphasize rule #2, Licker, you are required to remember every demerit you receive and recite them at the nightly punishment meeting. Failure to remember an infraction will cause tenfold punishment, and I think you don’t want that!”

I wanted to restate that, since a large portion of his stupid slave brain needed to be used for memorizing his daily demerits.

“As you know, Licker,” I paused here, loving how visibly pissed off Hunter was at his new name. “We are instituting a demerit system so your punishments don’t interfere with your duties. Next time we give you permission to speak, you should thank us. We didn’t keep good track of demerits during Mr Keller’s visit so I thought I’d just be nice and only give you two. As per the rules, you’ll need to repeat these at the demerit meeting so pay attention.”

“Demerit 1: saying ‘fuck you’ under your breath. Demerit 2: saying ‘Don’t worry it’s not necessary.’ to weasel out of required restraints.”

“OK Licker, I think we’ve come to the end of the presentation. Twins, do either of you have anything to add? We only have ten more minutes for Licker to ask questions.”

“What are we going to do with his room?”

“It’ll now be our slave quarters. Currently, though, Licker will be the only occupant, unless our business interests perk up and we get more slaves.”

There were a few more questions about dividing Hunter’s possessions, and Hunter himself seemed increasingly anxious about wanting his turn to talk.

With about three minutes remaining there was a lull, and I asked the twins: “Which one of you two wants to ungag ol’ Licker there so he can ask us any questions?”

In perfect unison the twins shrugged and said “Neither of us!” with a sadistic smile.

“Sorry Licker, apparently your masters aren’t interested in your input tonight. Guys, you’ll need to supervise the slave as he cleans out this room.” Turning to the enslaved golden child, “Licker: haul an empty trash can down here.”

Hunter’s old room was basically the entire basement floor, and was obviously going to be perfect for a slave quarters, with a large area for slave exercise and punishment.

“OK, I want you to throw away anything that isn’t furniture. If you think the twins might like it, show them and let them decide if they want to keep it. Otherwise, in the bin.”