The Accidental Sub (39 page)

My little slave knew what happening but made no mention of it. She had a little smile on her face that told the world she was hiding a secret. My hands held the steering wheel so hard I was sure that I had left an impression in them. At the next stoplight I reached over and grabbed her hair and pulled her head to mine and ravaged her mouth with a kiss that declared my hunger. That kiss left no illusions about what would happen when I got her back to my house.

The daylight had faded and by the time I got near my neighborhood I had finally had to turn on the car headlights. Two blocks from my house I looked at L.A. and commanded her to strip.

There was no hesitation this time, and the dress was on the floor of my car seconds later. It was fun to watch her try to wiggle out of that dress with the seat belt on. In my driveway I parked and opened her door then attached the leash to her collar and led her into the house. She would enter my house tonight as a leashed slave.

Once inside, I did not wait a second longer than was necessary to take her. I threw her down on the kitchen table, bent her over at the waist and kicked her legs apart. I just unzipped, put on a condom, and entered her. She was so wet and ready for
this, I thought she would cum right then. From the moans, I knew she was close.

"Cum, L.A.” I commanded.

Her body spasmed so hard that she almost left the table. I let her ride it out then withdrew. I jerked on her leash and half led, half dragged her to the bedroom, where I threw her on the bed. In less than a minute I had her spread eagled and bound hand and foot. I sunk two, then three, fingers into her cunt and again commanded her to orgasm.

The insides of her thighs were coated and slick from her secretions. She had another orgasm but this time I would not let her come down from the heights of her submission to me. I kept her there for five minutes or so. Whether this was one long orgasm or several short ones, I did not know. I only knew that the vaginal canal stayed in a state of spasm and contraction. When it stopped this time I finally left her side to shed my own clothes and put on another condom.

My last taking of her that evening was brutal. My body pounded against hers making obscene slapping sounds. She was ejaculating this time and the spot under her was growing larger. My orgasm that time was blinding. When I was finished with her I just rolled off and lay beside her.

One bound arm was under me and uncomfortable so I released it from the snap link, then did the same to her near leg. I slapped these away from where I wanted to rest and when it was clear just flopped down. My last thought was that I needed to cool her down, but I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I woke the next morning to sunlight and the smell of coffee. She was beside me but awake, cheerful and smiling when I rolled over and saw her.

"Good morning, Master," was the first thing I heard. When I focused on her, I found her still nude and kneeling with knees wide. She had a big mug of coffee in her hand and I could just see the faint wisps of steam rising off the top.

I think perhaps that she had taken Bea's advice to heart about making sure I had my coffee in hand as I woke up. I was pleased that she had released herself and that I had had the presence of mind to release her enough so that she could free herself. I soon felt ready enough to face the day, contented knowing that I had a slave at my beck and call.

We began the day in earnest by me binding her to the bed by her hands and enjoying her once again. By leaving her legs free I was treated to a very lively slave who wanted more. I withheld her two orgasms and made her earn them. After she had begged properly for release I allowed her to yield. After I released her I had her make breakfast. We'd had no dinner the previous night and we were both ravenous.

I recovered L.A.'s dress from the car. Marching her into the house in the dark nude was one thing but having her recover it nude in the light of day was something else. The neighbors were nosey enough as it was and I did not intend to provide any additional reasons for them to want to look in on me.

It was widely rumored that my sometimes house guests and I were--Heaven forbid--nudists.

I encouraged this rumor from time to time by appearing at the door nude when a door-to-door salesman had the mischance to knock on my door. I would have strategic areas covered with a newspaper, then invite them in and wave them to a chair with the paper. They usually left so fast I had to close the door behind them.

I mowed the lawn in gym shorts and shoes only. When someone would engage me in conversation I would complain about having to wear "all these clothes" in the Dallas summer heat. It ensured that the majority of the neighbors quit dropping by.

After that, we had a very late large breakfast and spent most of the day just enjoying each other's company. L.A. would need to leave around mid-afternoon to get her household things done. She complained once about the soreness of her muscles but otherwise I heard nothing about her class.

At one point, she settled in front of me on the sofa and put her head in my lap and began to kiss, lick, suck, and arouse me. This led to a fresh ravishment of her a few minutes later on the sofa. A lot of sex occurs spontaneously between Master and slave, in many cases instigated by the slave. Without overstepping her role as slave, she can beg to be ravished, arouse her Master or just present herself in a certain way.

When L.A. had left, I realized that the void she was filling in my life now was tangible; as I watched her drive off, I realized just how much.

I called her that night at my usual time and listened to my lovely L.A. moan and thrash and beg for her release. Again the feelings of Mastery filled me and I marveled at her natural submissiveness. For someone who had only discovered this a month ago, she had come far in a hurry.

I found that my hunger for her increased with each passing day. I had called her after Zin's class on Wednesday to find her tired and exhilarated. She was enjoying the class more than she had thought she would. She privately related to me that she had only felt Zin's crop once that night, and considering the mistake she made, she knew she had deserved it. She was again letting her submissive side show with comments like these.

As the week wound down, I again made plans for L.A.'s weekend visit. There were still a few things I wanted to introduce her to, including an extended anal episode. I began preparing her for this by having her wear the butt-plug for extended periods of time. I also had her buy an additional enema. There were several toys she had not used including ben-wa balls, and I would soon have her wearing those.

Other things were happening in L.A.'s life as well. Her work was challenging and busy and at the peak of summer vacation season, she seemed to look forward to her time with me a relief from the pressures there. Not having to make decisions was in its own way an escape.

I made arrangements for L.A. to stay over most Saturday nights and leave about noon on Sundays. I had in mind a live-in arrangement for her eventually, but her owning a house made this exceedingly difficult. She needed the house for her son. This is used in most cases to prove residency for school. Papers and mail had to be collected, bills had to be paid, lawn and flower beds attended to. A house is just not something that could be walked away from.

I put these thoughts on the back burner and began to look for other ways to work this out. Staying at my place on the weekends and her place during the week could work. She was slave regardless of location and her place was closer to my work. With these thoughts I began to sort out the details of how the arrangement might work. Her son in college was a major issue. Although he was away at the moment at a summer session, what would we do later? And how would we protect him from exposure to our lifestyle. This would take a lot of planning and preparation on both of our parts. For most life-stylers this is a serious issue and some only play at parties like Gerwald's where the mundane world can be locked out.

Friday at work I had a call from Gerwald. He had the manuals on the equipment he wanted installed. The vendor was installing the equipment at his office over the weekend. I didn't promise anything but would look at the books and get back to him soon.

After hanging up with him my thoughts turned back to L.A.. I made a call to Erotic Apparel and talked with Donna. She had what I wanted and I purchased them over the phone on credit card and then enlisted her aid. I next called L.A. and told her to run out there after work and follow Donna's instructions to the letter. With that done, I concentrated on work the rest of the day.

I found the manuals for the equipment on my doorstep and began to flip through them while I was eating that night. The installation would not be that hard, just time-consuming. I arranged for a Saturday out there and once again a room for the night. The dungeon would be available to me as well.

I called L.A. about during the evening. This was a little early for me but if she had followed my instructions, she would have been wondering what was going to happen next. When she picked up, all I said was, "Are you wearing them?"

"Oh, God, yes, Master. Please let me take them out. I can hardly walk with them in me."

At Erotic Apparel, Donna had taken her into the large room and had her strip, then bound her hands to one of the eyebolts there. I had purchased via phone the largest gold plated ben-
wa balls she had, plus a set of pleasure beads. L.A. had never worn these before so the experience was unique.

The balls are just that, gold balls about half the size of a golf ball that are inserted into the vaginal canal. The balls are heavy enough that it takes a slight contraction to hold them in. This tones and tightens the muscles there.

The pleasure beads are marble-sized glass beads with usually half a dozen of them molded on a string. They can be used in the anal or vaginal openings. Donna, following my instructions, had bound L.A. then inserted balls in her pussy and the beads in her anus, leaving the last bead exposed. Donna told LA to leave them there until she was instructed to remove them by me.

L.A. was reacting to these more strongly than I had expected. Some women report that the balls just give them a pleasant "full" feeling. For others, the tiniest movement of the balls against each other can cause them wave after wave of arousal. LA seemed to be having the latter reaction.

"Have you finished what work you had planned for tonight?" I asked.

"My last load of laundry is in the dryer now. It should be done in a few minutes," she answered. "Oh, please, Master, let me take them out," she moaned.

"No. When the last load of laundry is finished, get dressed and drive over here. I will remove them, not you," I told her. "You might as well pack for the weekend as well."

After hearing a faint, "Yes, Master," I hung up. She was so close to having an orgasm that even the movement of walking was causing her pleasant agony.

I was betting that she would be at my house in under an hour. Just on a hunch, I set a kitchen timer to one hour and started it counting down. I then began to catch up on a couple of projects in the garage. I opened the garage door to let it cool off some and went to my bench and pulled out the hammer and stamping tools. I was tooling the leather on LA's new ornate collar when I heard her pull up.

I watched as she got out of her car, got her bag, and walked into the garage. She was walking very slowly and taking each step with deliberate care. She was wearing a floral sun dress and sandals. The look on her face was priceless. It was somewhere between caution and orgasm. She walked to the circle on the garage floor and knelt very slowly without being told to do so.

"Do you like your little presents?" I finally asked her.

"Yes, Master, I do, but please help me. I need to cum and these things are driving me crazy," she said in a shaky voice.

I know the look of a slave close to orgasm and she had it. I went to where she was kneeling and grabbed her blond hair in one hand and pulled her face next to mine. I used the other hand to cover her sex. It was as bare and as smooth as it had been last weekend. I began to toy with her clit. I brought her ear close to my lips and said quietly, "Cum!”

Her belly started to shake at the word. My hand that was covering her sex got moist with her cum. At my verbal command (and a little internal stimulation from the toys I had her wearing), she came in the middle of my garage. I had let go of her hair and had just been hugging her so I could feel the orgasm as it passed through her body. The spasms and tremors lasted a good five minutes. Normally she did not make a lot of noise when she came but this time she was moaning and making little inarticulate noises.