The Accidental Sub (22 page)

I listened to this description and liked what I heard. We had looked at something like this at “Erotic Fashions”. “Get up and look at yourself in a mirror, How does it make you feel” I commanded her. I heard her get off of her bed and move around a bit and her dropping the phone as she did this when she answered. “I can't believe I altered this and am wearing something like this!” was her first response. That was not the question I had asked so it took a little further prompting. “How does it make feel my lovely slave. Close your eyes and think about it, examine your feelings.”

Her response was slow in coming but finally she answered, “I feel so open and exposed in this, so slave.” she finally said slowly “And” I asked. She finally said in a low voice “And warm and receptive and squishy”. I smiled when I heard that admission. “That is part of the reason for the slave dress, feel yourself in it. It should feel like a good evening dress that makes you feel more naked and exposed than if you were naked”. I heard at that comment a very breathless “Yes, I think I understand that”

“Look at yourself L.A.. Would anyone but a slave, one who knows herself owned, submitted and commanded to beauty and obedience wear it”. She answered me with a very prompt “No Master”.

“Put your hand between your legs my slave, what do you feel” I heard the pops and clicks over the phone and the rustle of material as she moved around to accomplish this. She responded a few moments later “I am hot and wet Master. My cunt opened the moment you called. Oh Master I am aching for an orgasm, Please...”

This last admission told me that she was becoming quite a sexual creature. She knew that her orgasms were mine to command and she was ready for whatever command I might give her. I did not think she was ready to cum on a verbal command and would require some kind on external stimuli. That last “Please” was either a request to come right now or she wanted me to help her over the edge. In either case she was wanted to cum but was unsure of how to proceed.

Perhaps it was time for a small test and if she could not cum upon a verbal command, I would bring her to the edge and hold her there for a bit before letting her cross the threshold. Normally this is how a slave is taught to cum upon a verbal command. First she is given permission to cum if she can. Then bringing her to the edge by some means and denying her the manual manipulation to cum. If she can will herself over fine, otherwise she is left on the ragged edge.

This usually has to be done ten to thirty times over the course of the several hours before one is close enough that they can will themselves over that last little bump. If they can't, a small reminder of their masters wishes is necessary. I prefer a light dusting with something mild such as the rope flogger applied to the crotch area. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind what the training is about.

“Do you want to cum my pet” I finally asked.

“Yes Master, Please let me, command me, anything but let me” she pleaded. “Go to you your bed and lay down with you legs spread wide” I again heard small things such as the bed move a little and I waited a few seconds. “Now my slave without touching yourself, think deeply of what you are, what you have become and what you seen and learned over the past few weeks. Remember Bea when you had your hand on her crotch and she came upon a verbal command.” I gave her a few seconds to visualize in her mind all these things. “Now L.A. put your hand to your sex, feel the heat and wetness of a slave, do you feel it”. A second later she responded with a “Yes Sir”

“Take your hand to a nipple, describe its condition.” I commanded her.  “They are erect and hard Master” she replied “Pinch it hard and cum if you can, but don't touch your sex.” The next several seconds would tell the story. I heard over the phone line her rapid breathing and her small groan as she pinched that erect and swollen nubbin. After a couple seconds I heard her again groan “Cum slave NOW” I did not hear anything for several seconds after that but then I heard her say “Forgive me Master, I can't cum this way” then I heard her start to cry. Whether from frustration because she was close and could not get over the edge or failure to carry out a command and anticipating a punishment I could not tell.

The first I could fix right now. “Hand to you clit. Rub it, flick it tease it, whatever it takes to cum. Do it right now.” I heard the crying stop and turn to gasps as she obeyed my instructions. She was close before and I was sure that it would take very little to get her over the edge now.

“Cum for me my slave.” and in a second or two I heard “Oh Master, Yesss I'm cummingggggg” then silence and rather ragged breathing. “Good my L.A., now rest a minute, then we go on to other things.” When her breathing sounded better over the phone line I asked. “Have you prepared the carrot and mineral oil?”

“Yes Master I have prepared it, but I really don't want to this.” I knew she was going to be difficult on this, just judging by her reactions earlier. This was a small kindness I was doing her rather than raping a virgin anus. “You are my slave and you must or face the punishment later.” I then began to muse a little, like I was already considering her punishment. “Perhaps having your nipples pierced like all of Gerwald's slaves has, and I have yet to introduce you to some of the other whips hmmmmm.”

This got her attention “Master I am not disobeying you, just I was hoping to avoid this.” Perhaps it was time to tell her of my plans. “I intend to take you virginity there next weekend, I know you don't want to do this, but you will now or suffer the consequences. Now get the carrot.” I heard her leave the bed and come back. “I have the carrot Master” she said when she got back on the line. “Good insert it now.”

In what seemed like a long time she finally came back on and said “It's in Master”. “Good call me back in fifteen minutes.” I hung up at that point and cleaned up and got ready for bed. At the fifteen minute mark the phone rang. I picked up and answered “Yes L.A.”

“Master it's been 15 minutes as you commanded” Good” I answered her” Was this one a little bigger than the last one? “Yes Master, You said the same three inches long and a little thicker, the grove is cut in about the same place.

“You can remove it now then come back to the phone.” She needed no further urging from me and she was back in less than a minute after I heard the toilet flush. When she came back she was a little breathless but said “It's out Master”  “Good my lovely LA, was it as bad as you thought?” She hesitated at that, but she replied with a “No Master, I let this one warm up and the size was no problem at all this time.”

Anal play was so new to her I was happy to hear this admission. “You were an obedient slave tonight, your master is quite pleased, now go to sleep and I we will talk tomorrow.” “Yes Master, Thank you” and she hung up. All in all it was going quite well. She would in a short time be able to accommodate me there. It was not painful to her so far and this was a good sign. If this is not taken slowly in the beginning, it can be a very bad experience. I have heard of those who left this lifestyle after a bad first anal experience. Wednesday after dinner I would administer an enema to clean her G-tract. This would be her first time for that as well I suspected. I went to bed and dreamed of my lovely slave.

The next day work was interesting, lots of maintenance to do and I was signing in to equipment all over the country. I ended up calling one of our vendors on a problem and they came up with a quick fix for a problem that had been bothering us for months. After testing the “maintenance load” on a couple of systems we quickly deployed and implemented this all over the country.

The problem had to do with a main system and a standby system coming up at the same time. When this happened they fought each other and caused us all kinds of grief. They had found a way of busying out one and letting the other take control. When this happened, the standby went into standby and after a few minor tweaks, worked fine. This was going to save a lot of call out time, and even better I could dial into it remotely from home and save a trip to work. Since I wanted my “On call” weekends free as much as possible this suited me fine.

The day went by quickly and I did make a quick call to my L.A. just to check on her. She was considerably more comfortable with the tasks I had assigned for the week then she had when she had left me Sunday. I left work that day with a great deal of satisfaction knowing that L.A. was becoming much more comfortable in her slavery and that the remote fix would work.

My time at “on call” work had just decreased by a factor of about 40%. I still had other systems that would require going into to work to maintain, they were still behind fire walls I could breach. All in all I was happy with this new tool. I got home that night and set up macros on my computer that would dial the “secure call back” modem numbers, and do the secure exchange to access them. I then tested them and remotely checked on several of the systems and practiced this procedure, taking the systems right up to the point of doing the switch, then backing out of the systems. Confident that this could be done remotely I logged out of several systems and shut down the maintenance tools.

I had dinner and got some other things done, killing time until it was time to call
L.A.. I did get an e-mail from Diane in Florida. She filled me in on her life. The mail was nothing major just a nice long chatty note. I answered her note with a similar one filling her in things and on training L.A.. I was looking for a suggestion or two and as I sometimes forget things I have done in the past, perhaps she would remind me of something I had forgotten

When I called LA that night she was ready. Butt plug inserted, in the slave dress and she was again wanting to cum but had not so much as touched herself. I brought her to the edge twice but would not let her cum. Both time I had her pause, then told her to come without any external stimuli. Again she was not able to do this and I finally had mercy on my slave and let cum. Because of the delays imposed, her orgasm that evening was long and deep. Just what I heard was very enjoyable, to the point that I stroked myself to orgasm with her. When I told her this she expressed happiness. She had somehow felt that I was giving her pleasure and was not taking any myself, thus failing in her duties somehow. I let her remove the butt plug and let her go to sleep. I went to bed with a satisfied feeling.

The next day went much the same. I demonstrated the new tools from the maintenance load to most of my co-workers and got everyone up to speed on things. Management called and wanted a demonstration on it for that afternoon at 2:30. From about 10 am on I was busy putting together a demo and a power point presentation for them.

At noon I was finishing up things and called L.A.. I found her quite happy and excited. She had just booked a three week group cruise/tour after fiddling with the details for weeks. A representative had showed up today and wrote the check for 30 plus people. Her bonus for something like had yet to be determined, but she was happy that it had finally come together. Her general appearance and mien over the past few weeks had caused a little talk, and the new boyfriend story was working.

We both agreed a quick late impromptu lunch date and I left to pick her up. Because of my management meeting that afternoon I had donned a tie from my desk and the go-with anything tweed sports coat I keep in my cube. The plan today was to march in her office and escort her to lunch. This would also maintain the illusion of a romantic interest.

We did just that with me kissing her deeply in the building lobby well within view of her office. After that we had lunch at soup/salad bar and we both back at our respective offices within the allotted time. I got a call from her later that day to say that the illusion was intact and my kiss had started talk again.

My demonstration went well and management was happy. I got a slap on the back from my supervisor and was told to go home early. The demo must have gone better than I thought, to get an hour off that afternoon. I took them at their word and went home. Since the ride home at that time of day only took 30 minutes instead of the usual 45 to 60 minutes, I was home at 4 PM. I was able to catch up on a number of things. Mail, Bills and so on.

That night our phone call went much the same as the night before, she had made the same preparations, and was again seeking an orgasm. It is interesting what this lifestyle does to the female's sexuality. Her need had asserted itself and yet she waited for her master permission.

During the first stage when they first sought out and accepted a master, their sexuality had exerted itself enough seek out someone who would fulfill their submissive needs.

In the second stage where they are willing to accept a Masters commands and punishment if necessary, their sexuality begins to exert itself in tangible ways, expressed outwardly by their carriage and mien and appearance. Friends might comment on how pretty or how confident they seem. They know themselves desirable enough that someone wants to own her.