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When we reached the slave quarters, I was told to remain outside while the other slave’s were taken inside. I watch them walk up the small incline to the slave quarters, which is located in a dugout cave. The cave front is sealed with concrete blocks, and has steel bars starting at about 7 feet up, that extend to the top of the opening at about 10 feet.

The men were taken through 2 gates that led to their sleeping quarters. Once inside, the guard locked the inner gate while leaving the outer one open. The men inside were then allowed to have their sexual encounters in private. I was not allowed to take part, or even to observe their sexual relationships.

The guard returned, and I quickly stood at attention as he approached. He gave a sort of chuckle, and said very good your learning. He said he expected me to react that way, and it was expected of all the men in his charge. I reacted by saying yes Sir, at which time he told me to empty a nearby trash can, and to wash it out before returning. He informed me that I would be doing that every evening, while the others were engaged in sex.

After emptying and cleaning the trash can, I returned and place the can where it belonged. I then reported to the guard and stood at attention, he then gave me permission to be seated. I thanked him and sat down, and he informed me he had questions he wanted to ask me. I said yes Sir no problem, and he started to ask me all about why I was down there working.

He wanted to know why I was working in the pit, naked like one of the slaves. He wanted to know why I was branded like the slaves, with the same slave brand. I told him every thing that had happened, and how thing went wrong with my fantasy. He then wanted to know all about my fantasy, and why I had such a strange fantasy.

I told him about my fantasy of being a slave, and serving as a BDSM dungeon slave for a Master Glenn back home in the U.S. He laughed and said it looked like I was living my fantasy here in Africa, as a pit slave. I told him I hadn’t thought of it that way, but that he could be right. He laughed and said very good, you may have just give me the solution to a problem I’m facing.

I answered calling him Sir, and ask what was the problem he was facing. He said he felt uncomfortable treating me like the other slaves, but that he had no trouble treating me like he treat the army recruites. He said he now would go along with my fantasy, and that I was now just one of his slaves. He said I should view and accept him as my Master. I laughed and said yes Master, but he stopped me and said I should drop the Master and stick with Sir.

At this point he noted it was time to get the other slaves read for bed. I quickly stood to attention when he started to get up, and he ordered me to remain there until he called for me. He then went into the slave quarters, and had the men do their toilet business and get cleaned up before bed.

A little later he called for me to join the others in the slave quarters, and I quickly made my way. Once inside he told me to get myself ready for the night, so I did my pissing and washed up before bed. The guard was in the process of chaining the last four slave’s ankles to the floor.

There were four areas, each with a toilet and wash basin. There was a large heavy ring embedded in the floor, at each area, for securing one ankle of each slave. I could see Kwaku chained at the far end with four other slaves, but the next two areas only had four chained in each one. The fourth and last area, which the guard was now completing, had four slaves chained.

The guard ordered me to lay down on my mattress, which lay on the floor and had my name written on the mattress. The guard then informed me, that he had been ordered to make sure Kwaku and I couldn’t get together at night. He then proceeded to lock a ankle shakel around my left ankle. He told me it was the only way to keep Kwaku and I apart at night, and that was why Kwaku was chained at the other end. He pointed out I could still reach the toilet and wash basin during the night. I was glad there was a dim light in the cave at night. The light allowed the slaves to see in order to use the toilet, and it allowed the guard to see what was going on in the slave quarters.

The guard nudged me on my hip, with his boot, and said good night slave. The slave next to me witnessed what had just happened, and later ask me what the guard ment. The guard then locked the inner door, and then the outer door. He would be stationed in the area between the two doors. The wall between the slave quarters and the guard is only two feet high, with steel bars creating a cage to the top of the cave.