The Accidental Sub (15 page)

I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell and it opened immediately. As soon as the door closed she was in my arms and I was kissing her deeply. She was wearing something similar to our first meeting, Skirt and blouse, but I knew in an instant that she nude underneath. Her nipples were trying to poke holes in that blouse and her scent was delightful, not from any perfume but pure female arousal.

My erection was painful at that time and was on the edge of taking her on the floor right then. When I finally broke that kiss she started speaking nonstop.

"Oh Master I'm so sorry about this afternoon, we had people in from the main office and they were watching and listening to everything. I just knew you would have instructions for me, but I didn't know what to do. If this were at you place, I would know how to act. I changed clothes twice, trying to figure out what I should wear tonight but the neighbors are so snoopy and always dropping by, and I did have to get the groceries out of the car and…” I finally stopped this by putting my finger to her lips.

"Whoa, I'm here now. Let's start with dinner and take it from there, is the grill gas or charcoal?" I finally said.

She had just taken another big breath and was about to blast me with another barrage but she just puffed out "Gas."

"Then let me light the grill. Then give a quick tour of your place while it's warming up.” She did just that, led me through the kitchen to the patio. There was a gas grill that lit the first time.

While it was warming up, she showed me her townhouse. It was a typical two-story townhouse, living quarters downstairs, bedrooms upstairs, very neat and tidy, and when we went by the laundry area I heard the washing machine running. She had been trying to get her weekend tasks done early. The smaller bedroom had to be her son's bedroom when he was home. It was clean and unoccupied and just looked "male".

Her bedroom was another matter. It looked like things had been torn up in a hurry, several changes of clothes on the bed, lingerie all over the place and closet doors and dresser drawers open.

She was trying to figure out just what to do next. I simplified it for her.

"Get your collar." I said.

She went to an open drawer and retrieved it, then showed it to me. After I looked at her hard and pointed to the floor. She went to her knees and held it as she had done the first night. I took it and put it around her neck then buckled it. She looked relieved at this point, no second guesses now, just do what I ordered and she would fine.

"Strip L.A." and the clothes were off in moments.

"Find your favorite housecoat or robe, put it on. I don't care what it looks like, just find your favorite." She went to the closet and pulled out a much worn pastel housecoat and slipped it on her shoulders and belted it. “Now put your bedroom in order and I will start the steaks. Be down in 15 minutes or less."

She started to do that and I went into the kitchen. The steaks were on the counter and I found a fork, and started cooking the steaks on low to give her a little time. About 10 minutes she was in the kitchen and poked her head out of the door.

"What now master" she asked "Set the table and let's eat." she had already started this and I had noticed dishes, salad and a loaf of French bread on her kitchen table. I brought the steaks in then we sat down and started eating.

First, I asked about her visitors at work and got quite an introduction to the travel business, how things were "dollar driven". The bunch that had been their today were from her main office in Houston. We finished dinner soon after and I led her to the bedroom. It had been picked up and I asked about her new wardrobe. She showed me her recent purchases and I agreed with her choices. This would work and keep up the illusion. Only she and I would know that she was wearing these by my command. They were all lacy, sheer, and quite sexy.

"Now let's see if you have maintained yourself as I left you. The scarf!" and held out my hand.

She got the scarf and put in my hand and I picked her up and laid her on her bed. I spread her arms and legs out and on her bed and I had her curl her fingers over the edge of her mattress and hold it. "You are bound my will now. If your limbs move from where I placed them you will be punished." Then I went to her waist and unbelted and parted the housecoat.

As soon as I had exposed her body, I smelled her arousal. She was wet and her nipples were crisp. I had hoped that this would have excite her, how could she more of a slave then she was now. She was in her own house, on her own bed, spread out upon it without a bond on her body nearly nude and waiting for my least touch, my tinniest instruction.

If I had read her right, she was on the verge of an orgasm and would have it at a first overtly sexual touch on her body. I let my fingers trail up her body from toes to breasts then down again, watching her movements and reactions. She was close to orgasm and I had yet to do anything really sexual.

I took that scarf and checked her under arms and legs. Both bare and the scarf did not catch. I had expected this much as she would shave them for work. I stretched out this examination as long as possible, wanting to build the tension, the anticipation in her body.

Then I went to her belly, and dropped the scarf there, then gently worked that scarf from her belly button to her sex, slowly, almost a tease. Then I finally moved it over her pubic bone. Holding only the scarf and only letting it touch her body did I let it trail over her sex.

It caught almost immediately. I removed the scarf, and started caress the insides of her thighs and talking to her in a very firm but low voice. "So my lovely slave, you have disobeyed me. It seems that you did not maintain yourself as I directed, what should I do with you?"

She was taking her breath in little gasps at this point as my fingers were now running up and down the very outside of her sex not quite touching it she finally gasped

"Oh please Master punish me in any way you want, but let me cum."

I continued my caress "So my disobedient slave wants cum."

"Please master let me cum, touch me so I can cum."

"Yes, you can cum for me as soon as I touch you. If you can." I then moved my fingers from her thighs to her sex and moved them up her sex to her clit in one slow deliberate motion. When I reached her clit I reversed direction. Halfway back, I let my finger penetrate her cunt.

She came right then, no prelude, her body delivered itself to me in several ways, her cum flowed around my finger and I felt her insides fluttering as if it was trying to swallow my finger. In trying to work another finger into her the movement increased. I stayed with her during that climax, trying to increase her pleasure continuing to caress with my hand. I kept her there for a full minute.

After it subsided I decided not to let her rest. Using my mouth on her nipples and breast's kissing, biting and sucking them and hands on her sex. Stroking and caressing her penetrating her, rolling her clit between my fingers, I once again brought her to the edge, held her there for a few seconds then looking into her eyes again demanded her submission telling her to cum again. She did and was noisy. Her orgasm this time was incredible. This time I let her come down from the heights of her submission to me, and let her cool down caressing her and just generally touching and holding her.

After she was back and almost calm, she once again started to cry. From joy, happiness, pain, fear I didn't know. I did know I had to find out and waited until the worst of it was over. When she finally got to where she could speak I asked her to explain.

“What's wrong my lovely slave, tell me what's wrong?

"I just don't understand, you give me so much pleasure and take so little yourself. Is something wrong, have I failed you again?" She said in between sobs.

I began to see part of the problem, for many women, unless the man dumps his seed in them, they see themselves as a failure. "No my L.A., you have not failed me. The evidence is obvious." With that I took her hand and placed it on my crotch, my erection was throbbing.

"For me this is a way of prolonging my pleasure. What's important to me is your submission. Seeing you cum time after time, by my hand or mouth or cock is part of it. That's part of my pleasure. You have given me all that I want for now, your submission and your body".

She seemed to settle down after that. She did seem to be listening now. I was still gently caressing her as I explained. "I'm like most men, after I cum I'm useless for hours. I prolong the pleasure by seeing a helpless slave's body leap to my touch. Now do you understand that part of me?" She seemed to accept part if not all of this and began to snuggle in my arms.

And then I added "I should also tell you that I'm cursing myself for being an idiot, I don't have a condom with me. I went straight from work here and forgot to stop." She smiled again. This was something she could relate to. I was protecting her as well as myself. My control was weakening and my cock was aching. If I didn't leave soon I would take her and not gently.

Between dinner and her submission and our talks the time got away from us. The sun was starting to set. In order to both stop and start tongues wagging in the neighborhood, I had her get dressed in exactly what she wore when she was bringing in the groceries. Then I helped her pick out her clothes for tomorrow, and pack an overnight bag. Before opening the door, I gave her a few instructions for tonight and tomorrow.

First she would see me to my car and she would hug and kiss me outside. If any of the neighbors cared to watch, or ask, I was her new boyfriend. They would have seen me leave at a reasonable hour. I took that scarf and put it around her neck and covered her collar with it.

After I was gone and she was back behind a closed door, she would tie her ankles together with her scarf and was not allowed to remove it until her pubes passed inspection. I warned her that first thing tomorrow morning she would be striped hung by her wrists and checked. Punishment would follow if not to my standards, she was smiling again, and then I knew she would be fine.

She did see me to my car and after a brief hug and a kiss, I whispered to her "Do you think the neighborhood busybody knows there is a contented yielding slave living near her."

She whispered back "No master and she won't. Thank you for understanding." Then she went inside and shut the door.

I went home. After getting there, I started my laundry also, got a few things done and then packed a RON (Remain Over Night) kit for my car as well. Tomorrow I would add a few items to it. I was not about to repeat last weekend where I didn't even have so much as a comb or a toothbrush with me. It was about midnight before I quit and went to bed. She would be over at 1 p.m. tomorrow. I had a very busy day planned for us.

I was expecting a call-out this weekend. I was hoping that the work I had done would short-stop it, but it was not to be. At 2 am I got a call and was dialing into my network. The problem was fixable remotely for now, and I would need to have some hardware changed later but it
was working for now. I was able to get to sleep without a second thought after that.

I got up about 10 and prepared a few things. Then I continued to work on the laundry and so on. At about 1:15 she arrived. Once again she entered through the garage carrying a small overnight bag and her purse. After she set these down, I closed the door behind her. When the door closed, she knew she was back in sub space. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me and this time kissed her as her master. No polite kiss this time but a real one that did not let up until I felt her surrender. During this kiss I explored her body. She was dressed in the outfit I had picked and nothing else.

"Strip to the waist." I commanded her and in moments the blouse and bra were off. I put these on a chair. "Hands" She held out her hands and the leather cuffs were on in seconds. Again I lowered the winch and as soon as it was low enough the connecting chain between the two cuffs was over the hook.

I raised it just barely enough to take out the slack. I then ty-wraped one ankle to a spreader bar, this was not the heavy duty one I had used earlier but a simple 3/4-inch hardwood dowel 4 foot long. It had holes drilled in it along its length to hold the ty-wraps.

"Split your legs" I commanded.

After she had slid her feet apart, this had resettled her weight, she was now supporting almost all her weight on her wrists. I fastened the other end of the bar to her ankle.