culus
Governor
The Garden
When I first realized that I was a born slave I began to search for a master. My search took almost two years but finally brought me to Damian and I am fortunate to have him as my master. When I had signed my slave contract and handed over my clothing and few possessions, Damian led me out to his country garden and made me kneel before a large cross constructed of cedar wood, situated at the far end of a beautiful spot amidst the flowers and shrubs. It was there that he shaved my head smooth for the first time and then locked a heavy steel collar on my neck. He instructed me to remain kneeling and to contemplate my new station, all the while keeping my eyes focused on the cross. It was then that he gave me my slave name, culus.
As I knelt there, naked and trembling, the remnants of my once long reddish blonde hair having fallen on my chest and shoulders and on the ground, I gazed at the cross, as ordered, and studied it carefully. It was constructed of two very large pieces of wood, the stipe a good 12” x 12” and the cross beam of similar size, standing, from what I could tell, about 8 or 9 feet in height. About midway up the front of the stipe were three holes, drilled through, from front to back and looking to be about 3” in diameter. The cross was bolted into a concrete hole in the ground, through iron plates on two sides. The wood was rough, with splinters and weathered, probably from years of exposure to the elements.
Kneeling there, on the soft ground, with the warm sun on my naked body, I came to memorize every feature of the cross and stamped them into my memory. Damian returned and instructed me to stand on my feet and follow him, as he led me on a tour of his garden. He told me the names of all the plants and trees and shrubs and which ones attracted butterflies and bees and which ones would need pruning and cultivating. Among my many slave duties would be to learn all about the garden and tend it daily, working to keep it beautiful and therefor, pleasing my master. I dared not ask then about the cross and its purpose, but would learn well enough in time.
When I first realized that I was a born slave I began to search for a master. My search took almost two years but finally brought me to Damian and I am fortunate to have him as my master. When I had signed my slave contract and handed over my clothing and few possessions, Damian led me out to his country garden and made me kneel before a large cross constructed of cedar wood, situated at the far end of a beautiful spot amidst the flowers and shrubs. It was there that he shaved my head smooth for the first time and then locked a heavy steel collar on my neck. He instructed me to remain kneeling and to contemplate my new station, all the while keeping my eyes focused on the cross. It was then that he gave me my slave name, culus.
As I knelt there, naked and trembling, the remnants of my once long reddish blonde hair having fallen on my chest and shoulders and on the ground, I gazed at the cross, as ordered, and studied it carefully. It was constructed of two very large pieces of wood, the stipe a good 12” x 12” and the cross beam of similar size, standing, from what I could tell, about 8 or 9 feet in height. About midway up the front of the stipe were three holes, drilled through, from front to back and looking to be about 3” in diameter. The cross was bolted into a concrete hole in the ground, through iron plates on two sides. The wood was rough, with splinters and weathered, probably from years of exposure to the elements.
Kneeling there, on the soft ground, with the warm sun on my naked body, I came to memorize every feature of the cross and stamped them into my memory. Damian returned and instructed me to stand on my feet and follow him, as he led me on a tour of his garden. He told me the names of all the plants and trees and shrubs and which ones attracted butterflies and bees and which ones would need pruning and cultivating. Among my many slave duties would be to learn all about the garden and tend it daily, working to keep it beautiful and therefor, pleasing my master. I dared not ask then about the cross and its purpose, but would learn well enough in time.