Part 1. The Oppressive Life of a Roman Slave Boy - Dignity Stripped

The girl slave had been directed to clean me, the children had been upset by me. They had not seen pubic hair before and found it strange. Wife had directed it to be removed

When slave girl returned she had a wooden stick - I thought I would be thrashed. By now I was the lowest of the household, beaten at will by all staff, no clothes, no dignity.

I was led to a room and told to lie on my back on the floor. She said that it was dirty to have hair on my body as a slave, that I acted like a small boy and small boys don’t have hair on their body.

I was not worthy to be an adult, besides I had upset sirs and madams children when they saw me naked.

Sir had told me I was not to be given any clothes, only eat scraps of food, only dirty water, and a dirty blanket to sleep with.

I may get treated better if I improve and if I didn’t, then worse would happen to me.

She got the stick which had a slit at the end, the idea being to place some pubic hair in the slit and then rotate the stick quickly, thus pulling out the hair at the root.

It was painful but after a while she told me to do it. I spent more time and placed a reduced amount of hair in the slit, pain was more manageable.

She then helped with under my arms. She said she had to remove all or she would be in trouble. It was her responsibility to ensure I was hairless, we both would be in trouble if any was left behind. She studied my penis and scrotum closely which made my blush wildly.

She asked me why my foreskin did not cover the complete tip and if I had been circumcised. I said I had not been circumcised and she agreed as there was no scar line. It felt very shameful for this woman to be looking so closely at me. She also checked my anus but there was no hair. Lastly she gave me the stick and said I needed to check regularly.

I went about the house and did the usual chores, cleaning, dusting and washing everywhere. The slave girl brought me some of the better food when she knew that sir was out.

She also told me what to do if madam comes. To always drop what I am doing and stand up with my head bowed.

I must never look at her or the children.

My master’s twisted desires left me trembling and exposed, forced to worship his sadistic indulgences while my own body became a battlefield of shame. I was made to expose myself openly, stripped down to the core, mocked for the smallest failing, and ordered to display acts of servitude most cruel.