The Accidental Sub (9 page)

In ten minutes she stood beside me in the kitchen. She was in the robe; her makeup was once again perfect. Her blond hair was brushed in a simple fall down her back.

I started the camera and sat in my chair. I then motioned her to come in to my presence. She entered the room and stood by the pillow with her eyes downcast toward the floor.

“State your name and the date,” I commanded.

After she had stated her name as Laurel Anne, the date and the time, I began in earnest.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"To humbly offer myself to you as your slave," she replied.

"What are your duties as a slave?" I asked.

"Absolute obedience and absolute beauty," she said.

"Are there any exceptions to this?" I asked.

"None, Master," Anne replied.

"If you disobey me what might you expect?" I asked.

"To be punished by my Master in any way that you might choose."

"What are your limits?"

"For now they are pregnancy, disease, and injury."

"Anything other limits?" I asked.

She paused, and looked me right in the eye.
"No, my Master."

"If you ever want to leave this arrangement, how is it to be done?"

"I cut this necklace that you have soldered closed around my throat and return it to you."

"If you are prepared to accept this, strip and kneel." She unbelted and parted the robe the knelt on the pillow. This time, I think she decided to ham it up a little bit for the camera. She let the robe slide down her shoulders until they were bare. Then looking at me and smiling, she threw it completely open and tossed it to the side. She picked up the collar and in both hands and offered it to me with her head down.

"Collar me, my Master, I am yours.”

I got up and took the collar from her hands. I lifted her head and put the collar around her neck and buckled it close.

I grabbed her hair and pulled he head back. "I accept you as my slave and name you. Your slave name is the initials of your normal name. You are L.A."

Chapter 4
             

Dinner at the Dungeon

I suddenly had a kneeling naked, submitted, and collared, shaven slave in front of me and I was scared right down to my socks. The problem with this lifestyle is that it is intense to the point of becoming addictive. Once it is tasted it's hard to stop. I have known those who have thrown away family, marriage and career to pursue the sensations.

I believe that in taking responsibility for someone who wants to pursue this lifestyle needs to be taken seriously. I have known those who would court, cajole, and incite someone into this BDSM world and then pay more attention to the dog.

So far L.A. had only been briefly introduced to this and was still very much the novice. I wanted to bring her along slowly and carefully so as not to overwhelm her to the point of addiction. Or scare her so badly that she would leave. It was time to slow down a little. Dinner would be an eye opener.

I led her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed on her belly. I wanted to give her another massage to relax us both. I started a gentle caress starting at her back and tried to avoid anything that might arouse her or be considered overtly sexual. She was hungry for sensation but I only wanted her to be cared for, pampered, desired, and appreciated. After about twenty minutes her limbs had turned to rubber. The whole time I was attending to her body, I was gently talking to her and explaining what would happen next.

I had her dress in the same dress as she had for our late lunch, only this time she continued to wear the leather collar.

As we headed for
Gerwald's house, I kept asking her questions to try to get a feel for her state of mind. She had enjoyed the day and with the exception of her initial shock of Zin's reward, she was fine. She revealed to me that she found Zin's body jewelry lovely and had changed her mind on that. She had not included body piercing in her limits when she had accepted my collar at the ceremony that I videotaped.

I let her know that with the possible exception of another ear piercing, I had no designs on her in that regard. Other things were reveled as well with a continued gentle probing. Her deepest fantasies she had often had a "slave girl" theme.

She had enjoyed being "carried over the threshold" and was glad she had thought of that. Even though our first sex had been disgustingly straight vanilla without a hint of the BDSM, she had enjoyed it although mostly because of the context! I had picked her up, taken her to my bed, raised her skirt, gave her no choice in the matter, and brought her to shattering orgasm.

I admitted to her that I enjoyed having an intelligent and imaginative slave. By watching her reactions to the sensation, I could find all of the little things that would turn her into an orgasmic creature. She was guiding her submission to me, and she was unaware that she was actually leading the journey.

After a ninety-minute drive, I finally pulled into Gerwald's private drive and watched her reactions as we pulled up. The house was huge, with almost a medieval look to it. The perimeter chain link fence that bordered his property was normal but the privacy fence that surrounded the house, garage, pool and recreation area had been rebuilt of brick.

The fence had spires at the corners and crenellations along the top of the wall. The spires at the corners of this fence did exactly the same job as they did in medieval times, but in a more modern fashion. They contained video cameras rather than guards. L.A.'s eyes got large as we approached and more of the house came into view. The only thing missing was a moat and drawbridge.

I parked in the circular driveway and then led her to the front door. Two gas coach lamps lighted the entryway and there was a small tinkling fountain in the middle. As we approached the door it opened as if by magic. The master of the house himself was at the door to welcome us. Gerwald was a big man with big mannerisms, most a holdover from his time on the Texas A&M football team. He shouted my name, grabbed me in a bear hug and lifted me off my feet, Then he turned to L.A. took her offered hand. He bent at the waist and kissed it, then said, "Welcome to my home."

Although I had told her what to expect, the experience of Gerwald's house is breathtaking. L.A.'s grew wide as Gerwald led to what served as his living room. He gestured for us to take a seat on a large, comfortable couch. Nearly all the furniture was large enough to accommodate our host’s oversized frame. A bottle of decanted white wine was on the center table in a crystal carafe with matching crystal wineglasses for six.

After pouring just a splash of wine in each the glasses, he stated "No serious play, tonight, just good food, good company, and good conversation. First take a sip of this wonderful Chablis to cleanse the palette. Zin will be down in a minute; she is changing from her class. Bea is the kitchen cooking up a storm for you, and Cathy is finishing up a project for me for work and should be here shortly."

As if on cue another lovely lady appeared by Gerwald's side. She had dirty blond hair worn loose and free down past her shoulders. She was thin, a little under five and half feet tall and wearing a denim skirt and loose T-shirt with a NASA logo on it and sandals, there was a thin leather choker around her neck.

After seriously kissing Gerwald, she walked up to L.A. and kissed her on the cheek. She said, "Hello, I'm Cathy," then Cathy gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "She's lovely." She picked up the wineglasses and gave them to us then settled in a chair near Gerwald.

Zin appeared from another door and was dressed the same as earlier today, the only difference being that she also wore a leather choker on her neck and that her hair was loose, pulled in front over one shoulder. She picked up a glass of the wine and also found a seat next to her Master.

Zin started the conversation by announcing, "I've been teaching and dancing for hours and I'm starved. What's for dinner tonight?"

Another voice piped up with a bit of a Cajun accent from another part of the house and said, "Chicken and dumplings in about ten minutes. There's a Caesar salad that is on the table."

Another lovely lady appeared at the door. Bea was about six feet tall with a long lanky frame and a large bust. First impression was the height was mostly from legs. She appeared in the door wearing denim overall skirt over a T-shirt, sandals and the same choker around her neck as the others. She had her long blond hair held back with a barrette. Her face was slightly flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She walked into the room and went to Gerwald and gave him a serious kiss also.

Then she said to L.A., "Hi, I'm Beatrice, Bea to my friends and my fellow inmates." Then she kissed L.A. on her cheek. She turned to me and gave me a quick kiss and then said, "Please finish the wine then go and sit down. I will be serving shortly."

Once in the dining room, Gerwald sat down first and then everyone else found a place. The salad was passed around and everyone helped themselves. As we were eating the salad, Bea appeared at the doorway and nodded to the others. Zin and Cathy left the table and were soon back with steaming bowls in each had. Bea returned and served her master then sat down.

After tasting the dish, I complimented the cook, which started Bea talking about the dish and her experiences as a chef for a medium sized New Orleans hotel. We had a lively conversation about that city and experiences at Mardi Gras.

As Gerwald had met Bea there, the conversation soon turned to how each of the slaves had found their way into his keeping. I had L.A. relate her story from the accidental meeting in a bar to dinner this evening. Dinner ended soon after that and Bea went to L.A. and whispered a few words in her ear and nodded yes to something.

Bea said, "Masters please excuse us. We are going to clean up the dishes and catch up on some much needed girl talk." L.A. made a parting comment as she departed bearing an armful of dishes, "Alas, just a kitchen slave." then disappeared. I was relieved to hear a touch of sarcastic humor in her voice. Things needed a touch of humor now.

Gerwald and I adjourned to the study where he told me. "That was my idea. We will let them talk and see what she wants or needs. They will find out her desires and dreams. We'll have some idea how to proceed when they are done. Now let me show you the new security stuff." We were soon playing with his new security equipment and a house wide, color video system. During parties now he videotaped it all.

The new cameras were expensive, third generation stuff and not much larger than a bottle top. Gerwald mentioned that he really liked this equipment and that it was another way he kept the girls feeling enslaved. The external cameras had not changed He controlled them from a computer console. His paranoia had started to equal mine since the police incident so he had added cameras to the system to scan the entire perimeter of his property. Although the police had haunted his property and put him under surveillance, he had surveilled them back!

When he found them outside of his property, he would have pizza, sandwiches, donuts and coffee delivered to them in their vehicles. He had delivered a bucket of chicken to them once with a bug of his own under a false bottom.

After listening to the officers converse and gripe for thirty or so minutes about the stakeout duty, lousy hours and so on, he started a lively conversation with the cops. He told the cops he had bugged their car and called them by name, and then invited them into the house to watch Zin dance. He had to quit this activity because it only made them mad and sure that he was involved in something illegal. Never bait the lion. It only makes increases the hunger.

Gerwald and I had been talking and playing with this new equipment for about an hour and a half, and bringing up the kitchen video feed every twenty minutes or so. The dishes had been finished, the kitchen cleaned up and the slaves were in deep conversation in the breakfast nook. At about 10:30 we noticed they were not in the kitchen anymore and checked the other cameras. They were found in his playrooms and we decided to join them.

When we walked in, Zin asked if she could open the toy cabinets and show L.A. what might lie in store for her. Gerwald looked at his slaves then at L.A., and then finally spoke. "I trust your judgment but I want to hear from each of you."