The Accidental Sub (4 page)

I asked her, "Do you know what I am going to do now?"

Anne responded, "I think so, when you close the necklace I should considered myself your slave. Diane said that you would solder the catch closed so I can't remove it, only cut off."

"Correct, my lovely lady." I said, "After I do this my attitude toward you will change completely. If you ever want a divorce, simply cut this necklace off your neck and return it to me. Now I give you one last chance to leave, or look at the camera and state what you want me to do.”

She shifted a moment or two then looked at me. "Sir, you have gone out of your way give me a chance to leave because of my inexperience and my naiveté. You have been more than fair and patient with me and I thank you for that." Looking at the camera she said in a louder voice, "Close the necklace, and make me yours."

I closed the catch then I pushed her head down to expose the back of her neck and slid piece of scrap leather between her neck and the necklace. Her hair was out of the way because of the ponytail. I picked up my soldering iron and then soldered the necklace closed with silver solder.

“Be still until I tell you to move.” I did not want her to get burned. I put the iron in its holder and turned it off.

After the catch was cool to the touch I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. Then looking deeply into her eyes I said, "Welcome to the harem slave girl".

She smiled slightly at that and said, "Thank you Master".

I then deeply kissed her. "Why have you done this?" I asked. "Can you explain yourself?" I needed to know this in order to gain some insight in to her motivation. I still could not believe that she was ready for the realities of what would happen between us.

She gazed up me and finally said," That night in the bar, I was looking for someone to take me to bed. I just wanted to get laid, just a quick roll in the hay. I had never been turned down before with the condom invitation, you had hard eyes and a no nonsense attitude about you that appealed to me. I have always liked a man who takes charge of a woman. You seemed smart. I did not expect things to turn out the way they did. The more I asked and looked into this the more I was excited, scared, and fascinated. Talking to Diane gave me an idea of what things would be like with you. I can't say why exactly, but I knew I wanted this, but the more you tried to push me away, the more I was determined to get you to accept me and take me."

"Go To the circle and stand at attention!"

She literally ran to her place on the floor. Then she stood stiffly.

"Strip!" I ordered harshly The blouse and skirt were dropped to the floor .She had obeyed my instructions and was now nude with the exception of my collar, her earrings and a scrunchie in her hair that was holding it back in a pony tail. I removed the earrings and scrunchie so she would be completely nude.

I picked up a whip, one of the milder implements in my collection and I walked about her with it in my hand. I inspected her body quite candidly. Quite nice, she was 5'5", a little heavy at 140 pounds. Her measurements I knew were 38"-36"-38". She had large very dark nipples, a sure sign that she had been pregnant and given birth as she had said.

Her nipples were erect and standing out proudly. The light blond hair of her bush was just slightly darker than her shoulder length hair. I fixed my hand in her pussy hair and pulled hard enough to make her wince and lose her balance. "You will lose that today" I ordered firmly. Then I used the end of the whip to touch her body here and there. With a word or two I correct her stance to my satisfaction, and then adjusted the attitude of her head so it would look no higher than a man's crotch.

I placed leather cuffs on her wrists with a short connecting chain between them and attached them to the block and tackle. I activated electric winch that raised the block. I allowed her to stay flatfooted on the floor, for the moment.

With her arms held high over her head, the line of her breasts were raised nicely, putting them in a perfect position for what I had in mind. With her armpits exposed, I took this opportunity to check their condition. With her blond hair I could only see a faint shadow. No stubble that I could feel, she had followed my instructions to the letter. While I was running my fingers in this secret place I must have tickled her to some degree, judging from the little gasps she uttered. I moved down her body to check her legs as well. This was also nicely done and smooth. This was another clue that she had wanted this badly enough to apply herself to the task given.

I then pinched her nipples and tweaked them gently. They became very erect and hard. The earrings I had told her to wear were large gold loops at least an inch and a half in diameter. These I placed lightly atop her nipples letting them hang there then told her, "Be very still." I said, "The next five minutes decide your introduction to my house. If I were you I would think very erotic thoughts. You have watched Diane's tape, and saw her introductory beating. If either of these," I pointed to the earrings, "falls to the floor in the next five minutes, your introduction will be 50 lashes, the same as hers, if they stay where I put them, you will receive 25 lashes."

I set the timer on my watch, and then sat back at my bench to watch. I had never tried this before and was very curious as to what would happen. Her whole body was now covered with a light sheen of sweat, partly from the heat of the garage and I am sure from her being excited, scared or a little of both. If she was careful they might not fall. They could stay up by the surface tension of her sweat alone. All it would take was one cough, or one deep breath to ruin the delicate balance I had established. Her eyes were screwed shut while she concentrated on her task. At three minutes one of the rings slipped a little but stayed perched on her nipple. Her breathing was very slow and controlled. At five minutes they were both still there.

I went to her and said, "Time."

I then retrieved the earrings. "Well done." When she felt the movement of me removing the earrings, she finally opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked. After drawing a big breath, she answered, "I have been replaying the last few days in my head I have never been this excited for so long master."

I rubbed a finger up the slit of her sex, and found her very wet. Again she was telling the truth.

"You know I am going to whip you now, do you remember my safe word system?" I asked. "Yes Master" she answered.

"This is my equivalent of carrying the bride over the threshold. So few men understand this custom but all women do at an instinctual level I think. The women wants the man to lift her, take control of her and throw her to the bed, Use her, it defines for them what their life will be like together. Tell me what you think of that assessment."

She looked at me then said, "I never thought about but yes, I wanted that on my bridal night and my ex-husband would not do it."

"Here, right now, I am defining our relationship. You have just been introduced to my house. You have to know that I am strong enough to do this, and that I will not hesitate to do it if I am displeased with you. I am the Master of my house. If you try to avoid or shy away from the whip I will suspend you completely by the cuffs and add lashes."

I picked up a light rope marionette. This consisted of about twenty-1/8 inch nylon ropes attached to a short handle. With little mass and no leverage this whip would warm more than hurt her.

One experienced sub I had tried this on likened the sensation to "being hit with a string mop." I used a figure eight stroke for the first six lashes trying to land my strokes squarely on her heart shaped ass. I checked her ass and noted it had just started to take on a pink hue. Six strokes later found her ass was she was struggling to maintain her balance.

Checking her, I found tears running down her face. I could tell she was just too new to this experience. At the twenty fifth stroke she was barely able to stand.

"Twenty five." I announced and saw her shudder in relief. "Now, only one stroke remaining the mnemonic lash. Did Diane tell you about this? I asked softly.

"Yes." she gasped, "The one to remind me I am yours."

I was starting the get a grasp of the depth on the conversations they had engaged in. I really had to explain little. I picked up the leather crop and landed one solid lash across her bottom, a little harder than the others. It raised a small welt. As sensitized as she was, this one must have felt like fire. She would remember it for the rest of the day every time she sat down.

The last stroke caused her to gasp out loud and sag against the winch. She was completely covered in sweat and tears. While she was hanging there, I got her a glass of ice water and a straw. She had lost a lot of fluid and I knew it needed to be replaced. I put the glass on my bench and then got a length of light chain and some industrial strength ty-wraps.

The chain was locked around her neck and taken to the bench and locked there. Slave control mandates adding a new restraint prior to removing one. “You are not going anywhere.” I commented while I lowered the winch and releasing her hands from the hook. Her legs were wobbly so I ordered her to kneel. She gave me a look of relief eased down onto her knees.

"Hold out your hands." Her hands and arms trembled as she did this and I removed the leather cuffs and replaced them with a ty-wrap around each wrist leaving just a little slack in them. Cutting off the excess wrap with scissors I ordered her, "Hands behind back". I slipped another ty-wrap in between the ones on her wrists and pulled them together and fastened this tie as well. I got the glass of water set it in front of her and waited.

After a few moments she asked, "May I have some water Master.” I lifted the drink and straw to her mouth and allowed her to drink. She drank down the whole glass in moments bringing a smile to my face. Having a sub ask for food and drink is something I enjoy. I prefer for them not to take anything for granted.

I was surprised. I had not had to correct her address to me even once. She had properly called me Master or Sir. She had spoken only when spoken to or she had needed to ask a question. I had not had to explain many of the small things I usually find wanting in a novice. It then occurred to me, by speaking with Diane, she had in effect been in training her for me.

"Can you stand, or do you need a few minutes?" I asked.

"I can stand Master." She awkwardly got to her feet without the use of her hands. She was quite a sight. With her hair wild and sticking to her face here and there, flushed from the heat of the garage and excitement. She was covered in sweat and the dirt from the floor had stuck to her leg where she had knelt at my feet. I unlocked the bench chain and wrapped it around my hand several times.

"Follow me." I said before leading her into the house then bathroom. I then attached the loose end of the chain to an eyebolt hidden under the sink vanity and let her sit on the toilet.

“Hands," I said.

She turned around and I cut loose the wrap the held her wrists together. I left her chained to the vanity and sitting on the commode while I went to the garage to retrieve her makeup and toiletry articles.

I placed these on the vanity. ”You will shower, then do your make up, and style your hair in a French braid. You are to make yourself as beautiful as you can. You have one hour starting now.” I said glancing at my watch.

While she engaged in these tasks I prepared the bed with bondage straps that had quick disconnect snap links about one foot from the terminating welded ring. I would able to snap the welded rings to her ankle and wrist cuffs, and she would be unable to reach the snap links. I could get them loose quickly if she used her safe word.

I heard the shower running and made a mental note to oil the lock that was on her neck. The chain was easily replaced but not the lock. When the shower turned off I checked on her and found her busily engaged in her tasks. She was sitting at the vanity working on her makeup. She looked much better than she had 20 minutes ago.

“Call me when you are finished.” I told her. You have 40 minutes left and I am counting.”

At 50 Minutes I looked in on her again. Her face appeared to be finished and she was working on her hair. I like a French braid for one main reason, it really gives me something that I can fix my hand into. I added a length of chain from the bedroom to bathroom and locked the new chain to the one on her neck in mid span.