The Accidental Sub (24 page)

Still I waited. I wanted her on the edge before I did this. For most this act is the ultimate violation. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as possible. I heard a low inarticulate moan and knew she was getting close. “Cum if you can slave” I told her then continued my actions. I felt her cunt beginning to twitch a little on my still busy fingers and rose from my kneeling position behind her judging the distance. I used my free hand to push her bottom down a little. It had over the past ten minutes rode up in the air a lot. I would not be able to reach it when the time came.

Again I felt a twitch, stronger than the last and decided it was time. I used my free right hand to remove the plug slowly, keeping just the tip of it buried in her body. Her moans and little gasps had continued during this movement. When I felt the next twitch I removed it completely and tossed it to the floor, quickly sinking my index finger in its place.

I pumped both hands in and out of her for a couple seconds still waiting for some sign that she was close enough. The next moan was long and deep and I removed both hands. I grabbed my cock with the right hand to guide it and used the left to hold her in place. When I penetrated her asshole with my cock, I felt it spasm once trying to eject me, but I forced my weight behind the next thrust and felt about half of my cock sink in. Another thrust found me all the way in her. This last thrust had brought her over the edge. Her orgasm was quite intense and I felt her whole body bucking back and forth. I felt the entire rectal passage relax for a second then try it seemed to swallow the length of my cock.

I waited a second or two for these spasms to cease then began to stroke my cock in and out. The passage relaxed after two or three strokes and the tightness and warmth were incredible. I felt the tingling in the back of my scrotum that signaled my orgasm. I pinched myself between scrotum and anus trying to slow myself down. This offered me some relief. I felt one very intense spasm in her body another long moan and heard a few muffled words. I continued to pump in and out hoping to make her cum again.

About a minute she was cumming again and I reached under her with the left hand trying to stroke her clit. My position and movement prohibited that, my reach was not long enough so I settled putting a couple of fingers in her cunt trying to feel her internal muscles. Just a second or two later I came. My cock spasm once, twice then a third time as I shuddered with the intensity of my release.

My erection broke and I felt myself shrinking. I withdrew from her only to leave the condom behind. After removing this I pushed LA's butt down to get her to lay flat on the bed. She was laying on her belly with a kind of glazed expression to her eyes. She was still making little low noises in her throat and breathing very hard. I fell to the bed winded myself. Both L.A. and I were sweating from our exertions.

I waited a few seconds the started to rub her bottom. When I got my wind back I went to my bag and got the rabbit skin from my bag and gave her a through rubdown with it. She turned to face me a few moments with a big smile on her face. “Did you enjoy that my slave” I asked her. “Yes Master, I did and I think I came from it. Thank you for getting me close before taking my virginity there. It's how I dreamed of you taking me there.”

She closed her eyes then and enjoyed the rubdown. After I had finished I lay down beside her and drifted off into twilight half sleep a few minutes later. I felt her leave the bed and wondered why she had not come back.

The next thing I felt was a tap on the shoulder. L.A. was kneeling on the bed again. When I opened my eyes she was till lovely, nude and smiling. She seemed to have touched up her makeup. “Please come with me to dinner Master.” was all she said, then handed me her leash. We did just that and had dinner I had a lengthy chat with her of what had just occurred. I did not want her to have any regrets from the experience. She seemed content and happy like the cat that got all the cream. After she cleared the dishes I led her back to bedroom.

We watched a little TV from bed and relaxed a little while. Later I bound her to the bed with scarves and had her again. She went to sleep with a smile on her face as did I.

Chapter 10

A Party?

The smile stayed on my face for a long time. I rearranged the bonds for L.A. so that she could sleep comfortably
, then set her alarm clock. After covering her with a sheet, I also settled down. Before I drifted off to sleep, I thought about many things and considered for a very long time the courage and sweetness of L.A.'s gift of her anal virginity and the strange set of circumstances that had brought her into my keeping.

I awoke with a jolt to the startling blast of a strange alarm clock, but my disorientation only lasted a couple of seconds. L.A. was awake and looking at me with a strange little smile on her face. After studying the alarm clock for a few seconds, I touched the biggest button to silence the alarm. I cuddled L.A. in close for a minute or so before releasing her.

Trying to untie knots in silk scarves at five a.m. when you tied them at nine p.m. is an interesting experience. I managed but it worried me. I like things with quick disconnects, this was taking far too long! I would have to make her something similar what I used at home.

After I had freed her, we both took care of morning needs. When I got back to the bedroom, she was kneeling again in the center of the bed. I hugged her first and marveled at the way she melted in my arms. I made gentle plain vanilla love to her for about twenty minutes and she came twice for me. After I came she again surprised me by asking how I liked my eggs. She said that breakfast would be in about fifteen minutes so I should shower and get dressed.

By six, I had showered and shaved, gotten dressed for work, and was having coffee and eating breakfast served to me by a nude, collared slave. We both ate then she went upstairs to do hair and makeup and dress. I was actually closer to work from her house than from mine. I could wait before leaving and still have a very comfortable buffer. I went and got the paper and scanned the headlines.

When L.A. came down she was stunning. Her hair and face were still perfect from her efforts and the trip to the salon the day before and she had on a dress I had not seen before in a light blue pastel. It was not her typical business suit but appropriate for work, albeit a little shorter the she normally wore with the neckline a little lower. I had noticed something else also that I had missed earlier. She had lost a little weight, about three to five pounds if I had to guess. I have to admit that the night before I was not thinking with my head. In the harsh morning light her face seemed different.

She knelt in front me in the kitchen. "Master, will you unlock the choker or should I go to work wearing it?" she asked in a voice of pure sincerity. I honestly thought she would do it if I asked. But the necklace would do; I would show off my slave soon enough.

I went through my keys and found the new ones. That little key fitted the lock on her choker. I unlocked her choker and handed it to her. She left to put it away somewhere. Then we sat down and had coffee and shared the paper for a few minutes. Before leaving, I again kissed my slave and marveled at the way she gave herself to me during a kiss. I was at my desk a full forty-five minutes early.

Work that day was very normal and routine. The new tool was cutting down on the call-outs and everyone was happier. I had copied the scripts I wrote to diskette and put it on the LAN for everyone to download. There was a lighter mood throughout the department, and of course, my mood was excellent. For someone new to submission, L.A. was coming along fine.

The day went by quickly enough. That evening I went a few blocks out of my way to a surplus store I knew of and picked up another roll of web belting. As usual, all he had was olive drab (OD) green, but for four dollars, I got a two hundred foot roll, more than enough to equip L.A.'s bedroom. The store also stocked a lot of hardware, including the welded rings I like to use.

I got home and got busy in my shop making the straps. It did not take that long as I had tooling using the double rings for buckles rather than the using the plastic buckles worked very well.

I had a quick dinner, got my bag out of the car, and generally got things back in order. I sat down and gave a lot of thought to L.A. and her progress and her continued training.

Her deference had been good since the leotard incident. She had not tested me in any way even though I had expected it. She had teased perhaps, but that was what a slave was supposed to do in my book. If just watching her and some of her small movements did not fill her Master with lust and longing, she was doing something wrong. She had picked up on a lot of the small things more quickly than I expected. I had prepared and trained her well for her first anal experience. She now had the reflexes of a well-trained slave. Her body responded to most commands. The fact that she juiced at a just a touch was very promising.

My resolve to take it very slow had held, but the way she wanted to advance things had surprised me. Just the mention that I would take her anal virginity had touched off a whole sequence of events that I could hardly believe. The full body wax, purchasing of a butt plug, giving herself an enema, the toga slave dress, all led me to believe that she was enjoying the sensations. She was perhaps ready for more than I had planned on at this early stage.

For some Dominates I know, the ultimate act of a slave's submission to her master is to allow themselves to wear their Master's mark in some way. For some tattooing works; for others a brand or a piercing is preferred. I personally don't go for these lengths I have found in the past that what might seem like a great idea in the heat of the moment comes to be greatly regretted later. I tend to use temporary measures that will fade or come off in a week or two. I planned to expose L.A. to some of these things in a few weeks but considered speeding it up some.

My next item of training on L.A.'s agenda would be to develop her oral skills. I had started on this to some degree with the popsicles. Teaching a novice this skill is often very hard, mostly because many do not receive any physical pleasure from this other than providing her Master's pleasure. Others are very oral. In the end, only when the Master's pleasure is her center, her reason for being, are these skills easy to master. For now the actual manipulation was the first thing to teach. Fortunately for me, my erect size is very average. I don't need a slave to learn to "deep throat" me, with the erect penis actually sliding down the throat as Lord Gerwald does.

There was any number of things she had yet to be exposed to. Combining some of the things she had learned would be what I would have to do. The talents of her mouth would develop in time.

I checked the postal mail and in addition to the usual collection of junk, I found something from Lord Gerwald. It was easy to distinguish it from the junk because of the envelope. One thin black line from the bottom left corner to the top right corner told the story. It was addressed to me without my zip code or return address.

After disposing of the junk and other mail that needed my attention, I opened the envelope from Gerwald. Inside were a computer disk and a two pieces of plastic that looked like credit cards, with a magnetic stripe on the back. The disk contained an encryption key for e-mail I already had or was about to receive. If my suspicion was correct, he would want me to sweep his property and phone lines again for bugs, and he was planning another party soon.

I checked e-mail and found a message from him that, at first glance, was text garbage. After applying the encryption key from the disk it sorted itself out into a very brief note. He did indeed want my services from Friday night through Sunday. The party was Saturday evening with a theme of a Slave Auction late Saturday night. Zin would be dancing and there would be the usual activities I'd come to expect at one of his parties. After printing the note, I deleted it.

I could bring L.A. with me if I wanted. The two credit cards were security pass cards and they contained a small downloadable memory chip like a prepaid phone card.

One was embossed "Master G" the other was marked "L.A.". I responded back that, yes, I would be there and I would have L.A. attending me. I composed a reply then applied the same encryption key to the message and sent it to Gerwald.

We had been through this before. Because of the times and distances involved, I would work Friday, go home and pack up my equipment, toy bag, clothes and so on, and go to his house that evening. In the morning I would do my counter-surveillance work and sweep the property for bugs the next day. I usually finished mid-afternoon, so I would hang around for the party that night. After my slave Dianne left, I would do the work but then just go home on Saturday. That would change this trip.