The Accidental Sub (21 page)

I grabbed her nipples and began to pinch them and roll them in my fingers to give her some pleasure. When she began to moan a little, I grabbed as much of each breast as I could and began to squeeze them as well. I was now mauling and kneading her breasts, squeezing them harder on each of her downward thrusts.

Her moans became deeper in pitch and her motion on my cock became more frenzied. Each stroke and motion of her pelvis seemed to try and bring her clit in contact with my groin. She was moving now up and down with an urgency I had not felt in the beginning. Her first orgasm of the day had to have been approaching, as was mine. I urged her on with a light slap on her bottom. "Faster," I told her. She sped up a little and I knew I was close to my release.

"Master, May I cum?" she got out in between pants.

"Not yet." I wanted us to cum together in another few seconds. When I felt myself reach the pinnacle, I shouted at L.A., "Now, slave, cum with your Master." I felt the shudder of her body that signaled her orgasm. She continued her motion another few seconds then collapsed on top of me. Hands still behind her back, she stayed there drawing great gasps of breath. I still felt the silken sheath of her sex trembling and fluttering.

We both waited a full minute, catching our breath before I said anything. "You dance well, slave," I told her as I took her head and kissed her.

"Your hands are unbound, L.A.." Her hands and fell to her sides. I hugged her and she hugged me tightly. She was still feeling the warm afterglow of her orgasm. I stayed still for another minute, understanding and letting her enjoy these feelings.

She had come a long way from the woman who had handed me a condom in a bar three weeks ago. I tickled her side and she giggled and looked at me.

"I am going to take off your collar and cuffs. I want you to put on you robe and fix us breakfast. I have made the coffee and will be in after I shower." She nodded and rolled to a sitting position. She got her robe and went to the kitchen.

I showered and got dressed in casual clothes for the day, shorts and a T-shirt then went into the kitchen. The kitchen table had been set with plates and silverware. As soon as I sat down at the kitchen table, she brought me a large mug of coffee. She had learned a thing or two at Lord Gerwald's castle. Two plates of scrambled eggs and toast appeared a few moments later. She watched me and waited.

After I took the first bite of my breakfast and washed it down with a good swallow of coffee, she began to eat. In Lord Gerwald's house, slaves do not eat before the Master.

After it is obvious that the Master (or a guest) has taken the first bite, the slaves may eat but not until then. I had not told her of this, but it seemed to me that she must have learned this from Bea, who must have instructed L.A. on more than I had realized. This was the first time I had noticed it and was pleased with the result.

Breakfast was a pleasant affair. We chatted about lots of things that morning, nothing of consequence, just the normal morning conversation that a man and woman might have. We discussed the plans for the day and evening and once again she wanted to leave at about noon.

I understood this and agreed. When my slave was with me I wanted to give her my full attention. I did not want to drag her under the car with me to have her help me work on my car and change the oil and oil filter. I did have one program I wanted to write as well. She would be the subject of the result after I finished the new program.

After breakfast, I had L.A. go and fetch the newspaper. Prior to sending her outside, I had her stand before me. I adjusted the robe to my liking by loosening the belt around her middle then spread the collar of her robe apart to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. It was split nearly down to her navel.

She returned in less than a minute, her face flushed and the paper in hand. I peeked outside to see early morning joggers on the street. One of them kept looking back toward my house. They must have noticed her. She said nothing about it, and we settled down to read the Sunday paper for a bit.

After getting bored with the paper, I again turned my attention to my slave. She was sitting on the couch with her legs tucked under her, the travel section of the paper in her hand, reading. Pleasant bits of LA where sticking out here and there. The way she had settled on the couch had caused the robe to open a little farther. I could see one the side of one breast to the faint shadow of her nipple.

She got up a few minutes later and began to clean up my kitchen without me asking. I heard the dishwasher being loaded and she was working very hard on my counters. After about fifteen minutes I went to check on her to find my kitchen spotless. It had not been in this good a shape in a long time. She was still working in one spot when I slipped behind her and hugged her, trapping her arms to her sides. She struggled a second when I surprised her, then stopped.

She laid that blond head with her hair wild back against my shoulder and gave a little contented sigh. "How may I please my Master?" she asked.

I released her arms and repositioned mine, hugging her about the waist with my arms underneath hers. I let my hands trail up her body until I cupped those lovely breasts through her half-open robe. I began to caress her and felt her body come alive under my touch.

"You are pleasing me just by being here," I told her but kept caressing her through the robe. Feeling her body respond to my touch aroused me.

Finally I dropped my hands to the belt and untied it. I pulled the belt from the two tiny loops that held it up and abruptly pulled the robe from her body, leaving her naked. I tied her hands behind her back using the belt from the robe. My need was fierce and it was time to subject her to a slave rape.

I took her by the hair and pushed her to the kitchen table. When her belly was up against the table I pushed her head down on the table, bending her over at the waist. Her breasts flattened out against that the hard surface. I put my left hand on the small of her back to hold her in place and kicked her legs apart. I cupped the soft slit of her cunt with my other hand and found her trembling and moist

When I parted the nether lips of her cunt with my middle finger, I found her moist. She was enjoying this. I got a condom from my wallet, the one with her number on it, and donned it. If I had found her dry and unresponsive, I would have stopped. But she was not unresponsive. She was a hot slut aching to be had as the slave she was. It had only taken seconds to arouse her.

“You may cum if you can.” I told her, I spanked each ass cheek with my hand once. Hard enough to make them jiggle, then I entered her. As I suspected, she wanted this to be a little rough. She sucked in her breath a little at each spank but did not give any indication of pain. Her core was pure fire, wrapped in silk. She came as soon as I entered her. In seconds her heat affected me as well. I reached my climax and withdrew. I still held her pinned to the table, wanting her to feel helpless, bound, and controlled.

I inserted two fingers into her and scooped out a dollop of her cum and spread it down the inside of her thighs where she would feel it cool against her skin. The wild smell of her filled the kitchen.

After I caught my breath, I let her up. I wanted to know her feelings on this. She would express herself better if this was fresh on her mind and she was kept bound and nude.

"You have just had your first slave rape. Tell me your feelings," I commanded her.

She stood in front of me with her hands still bound behind her and her head down. "I can't really say, Master. I've wanted to be had like
that from the beginning, without warning. It's what I expected the first time I walked into your garage. I came as soon as you entered me."

"Did you enjoy it, my lovely slave?" I asked her.

She smiled and put her head down and said barely audibly, "Yes, I enjoyed it, Master."

I unbound my accidental sub's hands and put her robe on her. The rest of the morning was spent doing laundry and other normal weekend tasks, with no hint of sex except for the odd fanny pat.

About noon I helped her packed up her overnight bag and added a bag of carrots and a few standing instructions for next week. We did made plans for dinner on Wednesday at her house. What dinner would consist of was yet to be seen!

Chapter 9

What's for Dinner

The problem with training a slave is that it expensive in terms of time. She was progressing quite well but the weekend was nearly gone. I had enjoyed every minute of it but it meant that normal weekend activities had to be compressed into a shorter time.

After I saw her to her car and checked that she understood everything, I got busy with my weekend duties. After finishing the laundry and so forth, I did get the oil in my car changed and started to work on another problem that had been annoying me for weeks.

My air condition had quit a few weeks ago and had jumped around a sensor to get it working. I could not find that sensor and began tracing out the wiring trying to find it. The sensor proved to be elusive and finally decided that my mechanic would have to work on it. The Haynes shop manual clearly shower the sensor on the wiring diagram but no other mention of it was made. I quit about dark after a very frustrating four hours.

After that I worked on a pet project using a basic stamp. I had a small vibrator about the shape of and size of a very small egg. It was meant to be worn and the
battery pack and speed control carried in a pocket. I had been working on a stamp program that would control the vibrator and do lots of fun things. The problem with projects like this is they are never quite finished. You keep on thinking of things to do with the program and how to modify and enhance its functions.

When I had finished tinkering with it using the random number generation function of the stamp, I had a vibrator that had a life of its own. It would come on at random time intervals and run for random time intervals as well as vary the speed randomly. After packaging the device, I made a belt that would hold it and could be worn under loose clothing without notice except by the slave wearing it. After putting the finishing touches on it I turned it on and watched. The vibrator danced randomly on my workbench for the next ten minutes and I thought of the fun I would have watching the reactions of my lovely LA.

My intention was to use the summer squash with its long curved neck in conjunction with vibrator implanted in it. This would, I hoped give me a randomly vibrating dildo. I had yet to test this as I had been working on first getting the vibrator to perform in the random fashion I was seeking. The test would be to sink this in her cunt and have her hold the bottom of the squash with her legs. If it escaped from between her legs, than I would have to punish her. I would require a short time in the beginning and longer times later. This was all in an effort to see if she could postpone here orgasms.

After checking the time I turned things off and went inside. L.A. would be waiting by the phone for me to call her at ten that evening. If she had followed my instructions had yet to be determined. In any event the conversation this evening would be interesting and I hope instructive for her.

At ten I called her, she answered on the first ring. When she answered and said “Hello” and I answered “Good evening my lovely L.A., did you get all your errands and work done”. After a short pause she replied “Hello master, yes I did, errands are done, got most of the other household thing finished including the laundry. I am ready for work tomorrow. When I got my groceries I did buy some of the frozen low calorie pop sickles” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

This told me that she would probably never look at one of those frozen treats the same. I think that trip to the store had opened her eyes to many things. A trip through the market now would remind her of her submission just as her shaved condition was a constant very personal reminder. For an engineer, everything is raw material. It's all something to be used as building blocks for other things.

We talked a few minutes more on her household errands until we ran out of the small talk. “Have you prepared yourself and the other things as instructed?” She paused a second then said “Yes Master” I the said “Describe what you are wearing LA”

She replied to that “I have done as you instructed and made a slave garment. I went through my night gowns and found my most transparent one. It was an old one I have not used it in years. I have removed the sleeves and have split the arm holes down to the hip then shortened it until it just covered my bottom. I have split the front all the way down. I have made a belt out of the bottom that I cut off, and hemmed everything. I'm wearing it now.”