The Accidental Sub (33 page)

I left them to go and find the Lord of the Manor. I found him in the playroom helping with the portable stage. I briefly reported that things were back to normal and thanked him for his hospitality. He thanked me for the help and we made an arrangement to call each other later. I went to the car and we were on our way.

The ride back to Dallas was quiet. After I got through the downtown area, I asked Susan a few questions and got nothing more than “yes” or “no” answers. I chatted with L.A. to make sure she could accommodate a house guest for a few days, and then gave her instructions on how the slave should be handled. When we got to my house, I had L.A. pull her car out of the garage and move her bag from my car to hers. I had L.A. stay for a bit. I had to make some provisions for Susan.

My problem was that Susan was not to receive any sexual relief or stimulation. At night she could be loosely bound to the bed. But what should I do with her during the day?

She would be alone for eight hours or more each day. The only solution that came to mind was the equivalent of a chastity belt. I didn't have one and would have to fabricate one and custom fit it to her body. I did not have the time or the materials to make one of metal, but a snug leather one I could manage quickly.

I began by stripping the slave and hanging her from the winch in the garage. Next I added a leg spreader to keep her legs open enough that I could work and fit the leather to her body. I explained to L.A. what I was going to do and told her to help. I started by cleaning off the bench and dragging out the leatherwork supplies and tools.

I found a wide belt blank and put this about her waist and played with the placement of belt. I wanted this about her hips in a place such that she could not push it up or down. I found a good place and snugged it up then added a belt buckle, a few holes for the buckle, and a hasp for the lock. I just about took the breath from the girl when I pulled the belt tight.

I usually keep a quarter hide of leather in the house for projects. I found the thickest, stiffest part of the hide and cut out a section. I roughly fashioned this into a triangle. It took some trimming and fitting but when I was happy that it would cover her sex and not really pinch her, I added it to the belt and riveted it on. I punched a few holes so she could pee. It would not be comfortable when she got it wet but it would work. Next I added two small strips of leather at the bottom of the triangle and sewed them in place rather than rivet them. These were placed between her sex and anus. They went over the buttocks and then up to the belt where I riveted them to the belt. This would allow her to get rid of solid waste.

The product was rude and crude but functional. I had riveted it on in place and it was now impossible to just put it on and off without her climbing in and out of it. I sent L.A. off to put some lunch together. Meanwhile, with Susan standing beside me, I spent a good hour to do some of the finish work, trimming, beveling (to avoid pinch points) and so on. The resulting device was still not pretty but was better than what I had started with.

I took a small lock and locked the chastity belt on her body. I put the key on a thong and put it around her neck then had her slip the simple dress back on. I had her sit then kneel and to check the fit. It only showed through the dress when the fabric was really pulled tight to her body. The lock hasp and lock even with their small size showed clearly through the dress fabric. I asked several times about the fit and again only got monosyllabic answers. It fit well enough to fulfill its purpose.

When L.A. informed me that lunch was ready, we sat down to a very nice lunch of soup, sandwiches, and a tray of vegetables. Again the meal was very quiet. When Susan looked like she was finished, I called her to me. She came around the table and knelt. She kept her head down.

"Susan, it's time for some straight talk between us. The note from your Master specified quite a few things, hence the chastity belt. Here is what I will be expecting from you for the next week," I said to her. She lifted her head at that. "I am giving you to my slave. She needs a housekeeper for the week. You will clean her entire house from top to bottom. Whatever she wants done you will do. After her place is finished you will do mine. You will be allowed a bed to sleep in and meals. Do you understand so far?"

She looked up and said, "Yes, Sir."

"You will be the housekeeper, cook, French maid, laundress, seamstress, and secretary, whatever my slave wants of you for the next week. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir," was all I got from her again.

I continued, "According to the letter that came with you, you are a failed slave to your Master and this was your only option or be dismissed. Is this correct? Would you like to explain anything that I may perhaps grant you some pity or mercy? This will be your one chance speak if you want."

She continued to look down and finally said, "I have been a poor slave and have constantly disobeyed him in big and little things. He has been far too lenient with me. I was trying to get him to punish me but I never expected this. I don't want to be dismissed. I love my Master. Let me do this week and go back to him."

I nodded at this. In the magic that can happen between a Master and slave, one or the other can forget what it means to be a sub or a Dom. I did not blame either but this week was going to be interesting. That she wanted to be punished said that she wanted some attention and was not getting it.

"You will not have that problem here. How does your Master usually punish you? What were you seeking?" I asked the failed slave at my feet

She responded, "The whip of the silks."

Among some of the practicing D/s crowd, this was to bind her to the bed and arouse her but not let her find her release. Some enjoyed this more than the actual act of the orgasm. What is punishment to one is pleasure to another. I suspected that this was the reason for denial of sexual release.

"Next Wednesday, you will prepare dinner for the two of us. I will give you both more details later but, you will be the maid at that dinner. I will expect you serve with perfection, humility, and deference.

She said nothing but nodded her head. I saw a tear escape and start to work its way down her cheek.

I looked at L.A.. "The handcuffs and whips are in the toy bag in the car. Go fetch the bag and bring them to me. I have a new slave who has to be introduced into this house."

L.A. frowned but quickly got up and went to do my bidding. I looked at Susan and decided her fate. She was theoretically an experienced slave, but a failed slave. There would be no mercy for this one at all. She had admitted she had deliberately disobeyed. I would not accept this.

L.A. returned with the toy bag and I began to pull out the whips, crops, and floggers. I chose all except three of the most serious ones and laid them on the floor in front of her. Then I looked at Susan.

"Choose," was all I said to her. She looked at the remaining items in front of her with a look of sheer horror. Up to this point she had been playing a game. It had just gotten very real. Tears began to course down her face in earnest now, but she pointed to one in the middle. The handle was one inch square of mahogany, two feet long with two and a half foot lashes of stiff, broad leather attached to each side of the square. The bottom half of the wood was wrapped in black nylon cord to give it strength. Of the implements I had laid out, she had chosen the worst of the bunch. I had only used it once. I would have to be careful with it.

I took the thong from her neck with the key and put it around LA's neck. "Do you want to watch?" I asked her.

She paused and looked at the whip. "No, Master," was all she said. I took her out into the garage and gave her a few instructions.

“I will deliver Susan to your house in a half hour or so. Prepare your guest room for her. I want the bondage straps I made for you on that bed so she can't seek release at night. She is in effect yours for the next few days. I want her worked hard. I want her punished if she doesn't obey. I'll do that if you can't. When I get there, have a necklace of some kind available so I can use it as a temporary collar. I want you beautiful and dressed elegantly so there will be an obvious difference between the two of you. Be ready to receive Susan and me when we get there.”

I pulled down her jeans and I put the belt with the randomly controlled vibrator on her and inserted the vibrator. “I want you to turn this on as soon as you get home. You may not cum until I grant you that permission. I want you hot and wet when I get to your house. Again this will call attention to the differences between you two.” Then I gave her a quick kiss and a pat on the fanny.

She left quickly. I think this turn of events had scared her. When I returned to the kitchen, Susan was still kneeling and weeping. "Clean up the kitchen and lunch. No leftovers. Throw it all away." She did these tasks quickly and with fervor I had not seen to this point. She had been almost lethargic, responding with minimal effort and activity. I didn't know whether the enormity of what she had gotten into had finally sunk in or whether she was trying to placate me, but she finally had some fire. It helped her plight a little but not much.

When she had finished she came back to where I was sitting and knelt. "Hand me the whip," I said and she picked up the flogger properly, first kissing it, then handing it to me with head down and arms extended. I took the flogger, picked up the handcuffs and took her out to the garage. I lowered the winch then looked at Susan. Her tears had dried and she seemed resigned to her fate.

"Strip, Susan," was my next command and the light summer dress came off. She stood before me now in the chastity belt and lock. I had other keys for the locks, as this was the common set I used for cuffs and collar. All of these locks answered to the same key and I removed the belt. I had second thoughts about the handcuffs; for LA's benefit, I would not want to mark her. LA might have guests, and a bruised wrist on Susan would invite questions. I switched to the leather cuffs and cuffed her wrists. Then I added a short connecting chain between them. I put the connecting chain over the winch hook and hit the button to raise it. I left her on the balls of her feet.

I walked about her a time or two admiring the view. Finally I stood in front of her. "You are a new slave being introduced into this house.
You are about to be given and introductory whipping. I do this for two reasons. The first is so that you will know that if you challenge my will, punishment will follow. The second is so that you will know that I am strong enough to punish you. Twenty five lashes, and if you so much as think of disobeying me or my slave, your next session will make you think this was a loving back rub."

I lifted her head with the whip. "Do you understand?"

She sobbed a bit at that but said, "Yes, Sir."

I prepared the lash by rubbing the length of the leather with mink oil to make it supple. The leather by itself was very stiff and would cut flesh if I got careless. After the blades were very supple, I then laid the leather to her back. I gave her no warm up, but being careful with the lashes and holding back on my strength, I began to apply it to her back. The length of the whip she had chosen simply gave me too much leverage. I had only used it once and had seen an experienced slave who liked the lash faint after caressing her twenty times with it.

At ten light strokes she stopped crying. It was agony for her to catch her breath. I moved from her ass to her back, avoiding the lower lumbar region, and began again. By the twentieth stroke she was hanging by her wrists. She could not even balance on the balls of her feet anymore. I moved to the front and applied the last five strokes to her breasts, belly and sex. For these I stood closer to her, and shortened my grip on the lash to cut down on my leverage. The stripes of the lashes on her breasts showed bright red and stood out on her fair skin. Her back and ass looked like they were sunburned, so complete had her beating been.

"That was twenty five, now the final lash to remind you that you are a slave." This I applied squarely to her bottom. I hit the button on the winch to let her down. Her legs would not hold her weight, and she collapsed on the floor of my garage. I sat down as well. We were both covered in sweat. I had been careful and she had not passed out.

It was now about one in the afternoon on a hot Sunday afternoon in Dallas. The heat in the garage had to be 120 degrees with the door to the garage closed. We were both dehydrated. After getting her a bottle of water and seeing that she drank most of the liter, only then did I get one for myself and drained it as well. This had been hard on both of us. Disciplining a slave can be hard work.