The Accidental Sub (23 page)

During the third stage of this, a metamorphosis of sort occurs, their sexuality asserts itself, and she finds her body wanting, needing the sensation and the release of an orgasm at her master's commands. Her orgasms have changed. What she had experienced before pales in comparison to what she having now. She is now having the deep profound experience of the slave orgasm. This can only be had by the female who knows herself submitted and owned. It can only be called forth at her master's command.

I had found it interesting that my L.A. had reached this third stage in such a short period of time. I have heard of some this fast but had never experienced it myself. A novice never reaches this stage in less than 3 or 4 months unless this is something that they had been considering for a very long time. They have “slave girl” or “Pirate and Captive” dreams or something along that line. The usually have read extensively on the subject and pushed this all to the back of their minds and kept it there, tucked away in a tight little ball thinking the whole time that this could never really happen.

I had to think that L.A. was one of these. Someday I would have to ask her about this. Meanwhile I had been keeping her on the edge of orgasm then backing off to see if she could cum on a verbal command if she was close. She had failed to do this again. I finally brought her to the edge and had her play with the butt plug. This time she came without some form of vaginal manipulation. I was a first for here and at that point I knew that she would indeed come at a verbal command. After cooling her down and having her flush the butt plug. We talked about dinner for tomorrow night.

After agreeing on a menu of baked chicken she again surprised me by suggesting I stay over that night. I agreed to this and we made our plans. We got times and other things sorted out as well. After she hung up I packed my overnight bag and also added a few fun items from the toy bag and included a package of condoms. Tomorrow night should be both fun and I was sure instructional for both of us.

Work the next day provided a few challenges. There was nothing new, just the usual tasks of keeping up with a large network. My “on-call” week would start this weekend so short of major failure I would not be bothered tonight. I made sure the cell phone was charged and gave myself a test page to make sure it all was working. Again at noon I called my L.A to ask about a few other things. When I asked about parking my car she simply told the same place. This surprised me but I let it go. Something had changed there but I let it go. She did however make one strange request, she said the garage entrance would be open and to come in that way, don't knock or use the front door.

As before, I hung around work until it was time to leave. I arrived at her townhouse at the agreed time and got my bag and entered the garage. Her car was there and the hood has cold. She had been here awhile. At the door I found another surprise, a pink envelope with a ribbon was taped to the door. In a feminine hand there was a brief note on the outside of the envelope “M.G. Please open immediately”. When I opened it there were several keys inside, one was labeled “House” and another was labeled “Garage” and another small key with no label along with another note on pink stationary that read

M.G.

Please add these keys to your key ring, close the garage door and enter.”

Your humble slave L.A.

This was certainly getting interesting, after I hit the button that closed the garage door. Then I twisted the knob to the garage entrance door and found locked. I tried the key marked “House” and the door opened on the first try. I entered the house and in the kitchen was a lovely sight.

The house was dark except for one pool of light on the kitchen floor. L.A. was kneeling in that light as she had been taught on the kitchen floor on a small pillow. Head down, back on her heels, legs wide, back straight and her hands on her thighs with the palms up and open.

She was wearing a slave dress matching stockings and a garter belt. I noticed a wide black collar on her neck with a small lock at her throat, the other key she gave me must be to that. A long chain leash fell from the collar between her breasts and legs. The end of the leash was in front of her. From across the room I caught a thread of her perfume. Her makeup was perfect and her hair. Her hair seemed as if she just stepped out of a salon. If I was judge through that semi-transparent slave dress, her nipples had been made up also. In front of her on the floor were a silk scarf and a woman's leather belt folded in half.

She was beautiful.

So shocked was I, I just stood there, letting my senses take in the scene, other things then began to seep into my consciousness. The kitchen table was set and was immaculate with silver, crystal and expensive china all on a deep red table cloth. There were lit red candles on the table and other candles were dancing here and there. The drapes had been drawn throughout the house and only light that was on was the one she was kneeling in. Dinner was in the oven and I could hear a faint sizzle as well as the faint aroma of it permeating that little kitchen. I also picked up on another odor that I knew well, that of aroused slave. A quick check of her crotch showed the hint of moisture.

For several seconds I stood there bag in hand and let these things sink in. I finally dropped the bag and walked to the front of my slave. I reached to her chin and lifted her head until I could look at her face. She smiled at me when I did that and said “Hello Master, I hope my preparations are to your liking.” The she pulled the leash through her fingers and hands and found the end. This she handed to me.

“They are perfect” I answered. “The belt and the scarf?” I asked. If anything her smile got wider. “The scarf is for you to check my body with and the belt is to punish me with if I do not meet you demands and expectations.”

She knew she would pass this test or else she would not have put these things out, but I decided to check her anyway. I had her put her hands behind her neck and checked her underarms. Perfect. I passed it over her legs, Perfect. The same applied to her pubic area. Perfect. Better than perfect, I began to suspect something. I had just noticed that her finger nails were nicely shaped and polished. When I had her stand her toenails were done as well.

“L.A., you body far surpasses my demands, you are perfect and beautiful.” I finally said. I stood there admiring her for a few seconds then questioned her. “You have been to a salon today?”

“Yes Master, I got my bonus today for that large group and was given the afternoon off. I knew about this yesterday and made the appointment then. I have not done this in years, I have had no one to look pretty for. I had a facial and my hair and nails done and...” she let this last part trail off so I encouraged her

“And my slave?” I asked. “And I had a complete body wax done Master” she said with the emphasis on complete. “You my lovely slave have far exceeded my expectations tonight. You have done well. What else have you done today?” I asked. “I went to that store in the mall you bought the lingerie at and purchased a few things including this dress and a collar”

When she said this I began to worry that she had blown her whole bonus on this evening. When I asked about that she chuckled and said no, not even a tenth of it. It must have been a large bonus indeed. She had then spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for my arrival. As I said I do like an intelligent and imaginative slave.

I looked at the dress, it was an almost transparent yellow silky material. The hem was just below her bottom when she stood. It was two pieces of material that left the sides open except for one hook on each side at the waist level. The two pieces were joined at the shoulder by spaghetti straps and the front was gathered at the shoulder straps open to the navel and revealed a generous amount of cleavage.

I thought the effect was quite stunning with the collar. The collar was a simple pet collar with a locking hasp made of Nylon strap material. Not real expensive, and not as nice as the one I had made for her, I think she had added this for effect.

I had had an erection since I had caught a glimpse of her. I was the one aching this time. I looked around her kitchen and found a kitchen timer that was counting down and it showed about 8 minutes. Dinner would be ready soon. I looked again at my lovely slave and at the timer. I finally cleared the timer and turned off the oven then went to L.A. and took the leash then pulled her to me. I led her to bedroom. I would be having slave for an appetizer. The main course would wait.

Once in her bedroom, I stood her at the foot of it and lifted the dress from her body. Just to reacquaint myself with her body I started by hugging and kissing her and letting one hand rove about her body. The wax treatment had left her incredibly smooth. I caressed her body for a bit enjoying the feel of her skin. Her pubic region was very smooth and when I checked further, even the little hairs from the bottom of her cunt to her anus had been removed. I normally don't bother with these as the risk of damaging something is very great. When she had said the waxing was complete, I was just now coming to the realization of how complete. Except for her head, her body was now devoid of hair.

When I got to her anus there was another surprise. She had a butt plug in, and it was larger than I had asked her to endure. This was not one of my carrots but a larger plastic one sold commercially. Her preparations today had been extensive, more than I had asked of her, but this intrigued me. To my mind she wanted something from me or wanted to do something special for me and I did not know what it was.

“L.A., first thank you for everything this evening, you are beautiful and everything is perfect, but I have to ask, did you want something from me this evening. Did you want to beg a favor from your Master? Please speak freely”.

LA looked down at the floor then began speaking. The words just poured out. She had been trying to sort out her feelings on what she was about to ask

“Please Master, since you told me of taking my anal virginity, it's all I have thought about for a couple of days. I want you to do that tonight, here in my bed. I don't know why but I do. At first I found it horrible and the carrot business disgusted me, but after the second time I found it pleasing to a degree. Perhaps it is that I can give my virginity somewhere. Perhaps it's that no one has ever tried or wanted to. I might be thinking of Cathy at Gerwald's house and how she enjoyed it. I do know that I was the edge last night and just touching the butt plug pushed me over the edge.” She paused a couple of seconds then began again.” I had myself waxed there today and by the weekend I will be rough again. I gave myself a Fleet today in preparation for this. If there is a time, it's now. Please don't deny me this”.

This little speech made me realize just how much she wanted it and I was not about to deny her this considering all the gifts she had given me this evening. “Have you lubricated yourself there?” is asked her. “Yes Master, and if you will look in the nightstand you will find Vaseline and other things.” When I looked there was Vaseline, KY jelly and Climax lube on the nightstand. Once again her preparations for this had been very extensive. I had planned to do this gently.

“To the bed and kneel L.A.. I need to get my bag.” It was still in the kitchen where it I had dropped it. After recovering it and going back to bedroom, she was kneeling in the bed and awaiting my least command. “Come here L.A..” I commanded her and she quickly got out of the bed and stood before me. “Strip your Master” I commanded. She began to do this and as she took off each item of clothing she kissed that part of my body that had just been revealed. I had not taught her to do this but I enjoyed the sensation. When my pants came off she even took my cock into her mouth. I almost stopped her, but let her continue.

I took her back to the bed and had her crouch there. Head down, bottom high, legs tucked under her body. This nicely exposed her anus and cunt. Her cunt was dripping at this point and I saw her secretions had spread to her thighs. I got on a condom at this point and lubricated my cock. I put the climax lube on the bed where I could reach it easily.

“L.A. you will have to relax your anus. Once I remove the plug, only your total surrender will keep the pain at bay. I have prepared you for this but it still may hurt. Do you understand?" I saw her head nod yes. This position was not good for talking. Before I did anything, I began to stroke and caress her cunt. Then I penetrated her with two fingers and began to plunge these in and out trying to bring her close before I violated her asshole with my cock.

Both hands were busy as knelt behind her. I was stroking her cunt with one hand and teasing the butt plug with the other. I got the lube and squirted a little on to her crack and let it start to trickle down to the butt plug. She jerked a little when the lube touched her skin but did not mover otherwise. When the lube got to the butt plug I used a finger to smear it on my finger and around her anus.