The Accidental Sub (32 page)

The next slave was a male for one scene. He was treated a little differently and the Auctioneer traded his flogger for a cock whip made of horsehair. A male slave must able to become erect on command. At the crack of the whip to his cock, the male became erect and was presented to the audience. The bidding on him by three Dommes was fierce. At sixty-one thousand he left the block.

The Dungeon Master called a short break for refreshments and then told us that the last three slaves were being sold for one week each. The audience broke up and I took L.A. to our room. I wanted a little privacy away from the din of the party. I asked her "What do you think of the auction so far?"

"They were beautiful. Master. I can't believe what I just saw, the way the Auctioneer touched those girls and their responses." She paused a few seconds to gather her thoughts. "The way you have trained me, I would respond like that now I think."

I nodded. "Would you like to be sold sometime for a scene?" I asked her.

She had a shocked look on her face, but I also saw something else. I saw that the idea was not new to her and it had intrigued her. I have yet to meet a female, who after witnessing such an event, could not help but think, "Would I have sold for more?" The vanity of a slave can run very deep!

We made our way back to the auction to find that I had time for coffee. I sent L.A. to fetch me some for me and something for herself while I found a place to sit. I was close to the stage this time as was my plan. I was going to buy L.A. a housekeeper for a week. This would be very instructive for both, I thought, and at bare minimum her house would be spotless by next weekend. I saw the slaves being cued for the sale and had made my choice. L.A. arrived and sat behind me while I sipped my coffee. The excitement of the party had kept her aroused and I had noticed subtle signs of it through the toga. Her nipples, I had discovered, were a very accurate barometer of her feelings.

Once again the Auctioneer took the stage and announced that the sales would begin. The proceedings this time were a little different. Bidding for a long-term slave began at one hundred thousand and bids would only be accepted in increments of ten thousand. As the slave was brought to the stage, we were told what had brought the slave to this event. The first was being sold for her instruction. Her Master wanted her beaten daily for not following instructions and she was to be kept naked for the week. Her sale price went quickly to three hundred thousand, then higher as she was stripped. Her sexual responses to the whip were good. In the end she was sold to a Master for four hundred and twenty thousand Phranks. I pitied her. Her life for the next week would be hard.

The second to ascend stage wanted to sell herself and her Master had agreed. The reasons were rather vague but the Dungeon Master had allowed it because both had agreed. This was not unusual when one or the other wanted something different, something that the other was unwilling to explore or try. I got the impression that I was in the middle of a family fight and stayed out of it. The sale went quickly and the slave sold for three hundred and fifty thousand
Phranks.

The third to ascend the block was the one I was interested in. She was not as pretty as my L.A. but still quite lovely. She had disobeyed her Master on several things and he wanted her worked hard for the week. The sale of the slave went much the same way as the first one. She was hung from A-frame and the bids went to three hundred thousand. At this point she was stripped and shown to the crowd. Again the bids climbed to five hundred thousand Phranks. When he touched her with the whip and she came on stage after a second or two, the bids went to seven hundred thousand. At eight hundred and twenty thousand, the Auctioneer stood and prepared to close his hand.

Only then did I make the bid for the girl. "One million!"

I finally shouted. The talk in the audience ceased. Never had a girl been sold for this price. When I looked at my lovely L.A., she was wide-eyed in shock. I had wanted to surprise her and it seemed like I had done so. What was to be done with the slave had yet to be seen.

Chapter 13

The Housekeeper

I went to the off-stage area and completed the transaction for the slave. For one million Phranks she was mine for one week. L.A. seemed a little miffed but that would change soon. After the balance in my trinket had been reduced by one million, I received a sheet of instructions on the particulars including where to deliver her after the week was up. One of the assistants handed me a bag of the slave's things.

It was not that heavy or bulky. All things considered, after I looked at the address, it looked like an easy drive. The slave was taken off stage and given into my care. I found that the people who were assisting in the auction had rope and nylon locking cable ties called ty-wraps to bind her. I chose the latter and bound her hands behind her back.

"Leading Position!" was all I said to her.

She bent over at the waist and I fixed my hand in her hair and led her off. Susan was about medium height and had brown hair that came down past her shoulders. I picked up L.A. on the way and went to our room. To make her position clear, I kept the slave I had purchased in the leading position and had L.A. follow. When we got to the room I had the new slave kneel on the floor. She put her head down and refused to look up. I then put L.A. on the bed and had her kneel there.

I dropped the bag and read the note that accompanied her with some care. The room was silent while I read. I finally looked at the new slave. "What name would you like for your stay with us?"

"Susan, Sir," she said. Still she did not look up.

"Susan, I am known as Master G and this is my slave,
L.A.. She is your Mistress. If you do not obey her as you would me, you will be punished. She speaks for me. Do you understand?"

She looked up long enough to say "Yes, Sir," then put her head back down.

"You will be used as a housekeeper. You will be taken first to her house, then to mine."

I then turned to L.A.. "You wanted a housekeeper, now you have one. She may be used for any domestic task you have short of sex. She is to be denied sexual release for the week. If she disobeys you in slightest, let me know and I will see to her punishment. We will talk more of this later." I turned and looked at L.A. on the bed. She had assumed the position of a pleasure slave. "Prepare to be bound to the bed."

L..A assumed a spread-eagle position and I loosely bound her limbs to the bed with the bondage straps. After I had done that I took care of Susan. I moved her to the far corner of the room and put her on the floor. I left her hands bound then bound her ankles together then rebound her hands in front of her. I got a pillow from the bed and put it under her head then pulled a blanket from the bed and covered her with it.

"Sleep for now," I told her. She turned on her side and faced the wall. She would not face us. She had been sold as a failed slave. I went back to the bed to find L.A. watching me. When I touched her body, I found her trembling. She had never been used in the presence of another.

I pushed her little toga out of the way then untied the gold thong about her belly and removed the slave strip. The thong had bit deeply into her belly and had left an impression all the way around her body except at the small of the back where it had ridden up a little. She was still trembling as I removed the slave strip. I wanted Susan to hear my slave being used and having orgasm after orgasm. That was all part of her punishment. I started at L.A.'s bared sex and began to kiss her there while pinching her nipples.

L.A. was so tense that her nipples had gone flat and her pussy was dry. This was not the orgasmic creature I had come to know in the past few weeks. I gave her no choice. Bound as she was, she could offer no resistance and I exploited every twitch and whimper.

When I ran my had across her smooth pussy a few minutes later, her body moved to come in contact in with my hand. I had her; she had surrendered to me. I don't even think she was aware of it, so subtle was the movement, but I continued my attentions to her body. A minute or so later I put my mouth back to her sex. I found her clit this time and began to lightly kiss and lick it. Her motions under my mouth became more pronounced. I stroked her slit and felt it yield. My finger parted the lips of her sex and I felt the moisture start to flow. She was starting to enjoy or submit. Either way she was mine.

I let my fingers enter her sex and I felt the walls of the channel close around my fingers. I worked my fingers in and out a couple of times to find her sopping wet and her body arching to my hand on each thrust. She was getting close now and I wanted her to stay there for a bit.

Her inhibitions about having someone else in the room had been very high. It had taken this long to break them down. It had taken about fifteen minutes of my careful ministrations to her body to get her to this point. Sooner or later this would have happened. Although she had seen and witnessed many things, she had never been involved in anything except as a bystander, a passive witness to the events leading up to this. At this point, she became a part of it.

I was soon able to get her to cum once, then a few minutes later again. The room was again ripe with the scent of aroused slave. I took her shortly after that. She peaked again and came with me a third time. She was so tired from the activities of the day and the sights and sounds that she fell asleep right after that. I have to admit it had been a long day for me also. I started just to turn over but decided to check on Susan. She was awake and I noticed the tracks of tears on her face. I said nothing but made sure she was covered then released L.A. from the straps and went to bed. I soon fell asleep as well. The note her Master had sent with her had detailed a great many things, including how she normally slept and many of her likes and dislikes

I slept late that morning, when I woke up I rolled over and opened my eyes. I found that the slaves had been working around me. L.A. had released Susan and both had showered, or that was my guess as I noticed that L.A.'s hair was perfect and Susan's appeared to be wet and darker than I remembered and had been brushed straight back. The bags were almost packed and lined up by the door. Both had stayed nude and when Susan had noticed that I was watching them she tapped L.A. and they assumed a kneeling position side by side.

Susan, being unsure of her status, had assumed a position of a pleasure slave with her legs uncomfortably apart and head down. I had a clear shot at the bathroom so I took advantage of it. I quickly showered and shaved.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, both were in the same position. I called L.A. to me and had her dress me. Then I got L.A. dressed in jeans and T-shirt and kept Susan nude. I motioned them to follow me and went to find some breakfast.

The morning-after crowd was wandering about. Things were being disassembled and moved out. Coffee, hot water, and a selection of teas were on the table as well as a cold breakfast of various cereals with fresh fruits. Someone had provided four dozen donuts. Bea was in her kitchen and already cleaning. It would soon be back to its pristine condition. I sat the slaves down and told them to help themselves, then went into the kitchen to talk to Bea.

She was dressed in her apron and a frown. After I got her attention, she knelt and I motioned her to arise. I gave her a quick kiss and a hug and thanked her for the meals last night and this morning. She smiled under my praise and thanked me. One thing I had discovered is that she was her own worst critic. The cold breakfast and donuts was probably an affront to her honor but this was the usual fare after one of these events.

She turned and nodded to Susan and said, "Master G, forgive me but a million?"

I just had to chuckle at that. "A housekeeper," I responded. "First L.A.'s house and then mine. The spring cleaning will get done a little late this year."

Bea looked at me then L.A. and started laughing. "The slave of a slave. Oh, Master G, what a delicious punishment. She more than deserves it." She went back to her work. She knew more than she was telling but such is the nature of a slave. She would tell me more if I pressed but I let it go for the moment. It only strengthened my resolve to see that Susan was worked hard until next Saturday and allowed no sexual relief.

I sat down and got a big bowl of cereal and coffee and wolfed it down. I had L.A. and Susan go and collect our bags and I went to check out the garage situation. I found an empty space and pulled the Trooper into it. I was not going to allow Susan clothing until the last possible moment. I put my equipment on the cart and got it out to the garage in one trip. I had the two slaves start loading the equipment and bags and grabbed the tools and went to restore the phone lines. When I returned to the car, I found it loaded and ready to go. I had Susan slip on one layer of clothes, a light dress, and then seated them both in the car.