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For the next week, I spent time being trained as a personal slave. I learned how to kneel beside the Master, waiting for his commands or orders. I learned how to bow, and show proper respect to the Master. I’m not sure who enjoyed this more, the Master or me.

I learned how to bathe the Master, while he was in the tub, and how to rinse him in the shower. I was required to take a sponge, and bathe the Master’s body. I was required to join the Master in the shower, and help remove the soap from his body. I then had to help dry the Master’s body, then dry myself with the same towel.

Next I had to oil and massage the Master’s body, then take a towel and remove the excess oil from his body. I did this each evening, before the Master went to bed, then went to my bed. I explained everything to my fellow wrestlers, but I didn’t reveal the truth. I informed them, that I was massaging the Master’s feet, and that he wanted to talk with someone at the same time

The Master then suggested, that I work on his driver, as his slave. The Master was needing a break from all the attention, so his driver would be taking his place at times. So I just kept up treating the driver, as though he was the Master. The driver really got into the routine, and made me obey him as a slave.

The driver really enjoyed having me bathe him, and would always complain about his worthless slave. I just went along with his behavior, noting that a true slave would have to endure such treatment. I wondered if this was the Master’s idea, showing me how a slave would be treated.

On one occasion, after I had bathed the driver, he grabbed me and threw me into the tub. He held my head under for a few seconds, before he let me up. I came up spitting out soapy water, and gasping for air. The driver ordered me out of the tub, and into the shower to finish bathing him. I did as he ordered, and rinsed his body, then dried him and myself.

After I finished massaging the driver, and removing the excess oil from his body, he told me to clean up the mess. I didn’t know it, but both the driver and the Master was watching me clean up the mess. I didn’t say anything, but went about cleaning up the bathroom, since that was my job as a slave.

When I had finished in the bathroom, the Master and the driver came in, and complemented me on how I had performed as a slave. It was their way to see if I could take harassment, without loosing my temper. The Master said I was a well trained slave, and that he would be proud to have me as his personal slave. So I was proud, that I had done a good job, as the Master’s personal slave.

It was agreed that the three of us, would not tell anyone about my training as a slave. It was agreed that we would not tell about my serving as the Master’s personal slave, at the other Chiefton’s compound.

I was glad no one else would know about my being the Master’s slave. I knew if my fellow wrestlers found out, that I would be harassed unmercifully. So I hopped we could keep everything amoung ourselves.