The Accidental Sub (26 page)

A little before nine, I was able to get off the freeway and escape the Friday night fever of frenzied drivers. Soon after nine I pulled into Lord Gerwald's secluded grounds, happy to be free of the traffic. I parked close to the garage to get my equipment into the house. I got out of the car and stretched a moment, then hit a button on the intercom.

The garage door opened and I noticed that one place in the normally full five-car garage was vacant. I saw that the truck they used for errands, gardening and such was missing. Bea and Cathy walked out nearly nude and told me to park in the garage. They were both wearing only the bottoms of two-piece swim suits and from the condition of their hair, I guessed they had been in the pool a short while earlier. After parking where indicated, both slaves knelt on the garage floor.

Bea spoke first. "Our lord has commanded us to help you get settled in. May we take your bags and show you to your room, or help you with your equipment?"

I freed L.A. of the seat belt and helped her out of the car. Her knees were a little weak but she got out all right. Both Bea and Cathy exchanged a look of concern but made no attempt to help L.A.. They had noticed the strap binding her wrists and would not interfere. I unsnapped L.A.'s hands and told her to follow the other slaves. I knew the way, having spent a few nights in that room.

After the drive I had just put up with some help in moving our things sounded like a good idea. I handled my equipment and the slaves handled the remaining items. When I got back, the overnight bags were out of the car. L.A. and Gerwald's slaves were not in the garage, so I figured they had taken L.A. to our room and were having a good conversation.

When I went to the room I found all the slaves there and talking quite excitedly to L.A.. When I entered, LA fell to her knees and wept. "Please, Master, turn this thing OFF!" was the first thing I heard. I opened the overlap of her skirt and turned off her little friend. The back of her skirt had a huge wet spot on it and I was certain that the passenger seat of my car was wet as well.

Bea and Cathy were looking at L.A. and finally Bea asked, "Master G, what have you done to your poor slave? What have you come up with this time? The poor thing is so aroused she is weak in the knees!”

L.A. was still kneeling and breathing hard but smiling like she had gotten away with something. "Let me show all of you. Where is the Lord of the Manor this evening?" I asked to no one in particular.

Cathy answered, "Our Lord is at the pool and adding chemicals to adjust the pool pH. Let me get him to go to the throne room. Please meet me there in a few minutes." She left then to go and search out her master.

"L.A., attend me." I motioned to L.A. for her to follow me and she left the room trailing me down the hall with Bea following her. The living room or the "Throne" room, as many called it, was the same room in which L.A. had first met Gerwald. I sat down on one of those large sofas and watched as Bea settled in on a floor pillow near Gerwald's favorite chair, better known as the throne. I motioned L.A. to sit beside me on the sofa. Gerwald arrived a bit later and we meet and he gave me one of those bear hugs of his.

"Thanks for your help this weekend. As always, you are welcome here," Gerwald boomed at me, then he flopped down on throne. "Any problems on the drive here tonight?" he asked.

"Not really, just a long drive in the usual crazy traffic. Sometimes I wish you would set up a party house closer to me. It would sure save the wear and tear on my nerves," I said.

That was an idea he had some time back, to buy a remote house and use it just for his entertaining. It would never happen; he was quite happy where he was. The night he'd come up with this idea, he'd been just thinking out loud, but I liked to needle him from time to time about it. We spent the next few minutes discussing what I would do the next day and verifying that I would check out the new video system. I was sure I would be pressed into service doing a one-hour shift on the door. We talked for a bit more and he made his apologies for Zin not being there. She was rehearsing her troupe and was expected any time.

"Cathy tells me your slave got out of the car aroused and begged you to turn something off. You have been experimenting again," he accused me.

I had to chuckle at that; this man knew me well. He knew of my love of gadgets.

"Yes, I have. Let me show you." I turned to L.A. and motioned her to me. With a frown she rose and came across the room until she stood beside me with her head down. "Attention," I told her. I moved behind her and faced her body toward Gerwald.

I pulled loose the knot on the wrap-around skirt and let it drop. The casual way I did this got to L.A.. Her blush went from her hairline to what we could see of her neck. There really was not the much to see of the gadget, only the thin leather belt snug about her waist with a small leather sheath to one side. A large switch was visible to one side of the sheath through a hole in the leather. A pair of wires went from the sheath to L.A.'s crotch where they disappeared. I opened the sheath and took out the electronics and battery card to show off the hardware, then returned it. After that I briefly described what the controller did. Gerwald loved it and being the software hacker that he was, wanted to see the code (I should have known to dump the code to disk).

I promised to mail it to him later, knowing that Gerwald would probably send it back to me compacted and modularized. He hated my haphazard hardware calls, what he called klutzy code. I have to admit that his code was far more elegant than mine would ever be. I had learned quite a lot from him.

Gerwald immediately wanted me to connect the device to one of his and see the reactions of his slaves. Because I had to do extensive hardware modifications on a per unit basis, I could not hook this into one of his toys. And unless the one that L.A. was wearing was thoroughly cleaned, I would not have one of the others try it.

L.A. was extremely uncomfortable being the center of all this attention, even if was not on her exactly, but on the gadget she was wearing. I enjoyed her discomfort. She was in a strange man's house, standing in his living room at attention and nude from the waist down. Everyone was looking at her half-naked form and the belt that was circling her waist.

I turned on the gadget that L.A. was wearing. "LA, give us a running account of what the toy is doing when it's on, the speed, and so forth," I commanded her.

She began a running narration for several minutes, punctuated by the times when it was off completely. "It's on now, Master; it's running slow. It's off. It's on slow now. It's running faster now. It's off. Oh, it's fast now, really fast. Master, it's not turning off.” Her arousal was becoming obvious. The secretion from her sex began to peek from between her legs like the early morning dew. Her legs trembled from the combined strain of the toy, her position, and her exposure.

I turned the device off. I was afraid L.A. was going to collapse. Our audience was most impressed with the toy.

"You all must forgive me;” I said, “but I have an aroused slave here, and a long day tomorrow. We are going to retire." I took L.A.'s hand and led her out of the throne room.

Once in our room, it was time to feast. The bags were on a chest of drawers to the side and had been unpacked. All the clothes had been taken out and left stacked. I also noticed that the toy bag had been emptied on another small table and most of the contents lay out and arranged very neatly. Without me saying a word, L.A. removed her blouse. When she was nude, she went and got the collar from the table and knelt in the middle of the room. I took the belt off of her and pulled at its wires. The vibrator pulled out with just the tiniest of tugs. It left a moist trail down her thigh. I began to look at L.A. and contemplate the pleasures I would extract from her this evening.

Someone had turned back the bed and prepared bondage straps on the bed. When I approached L.A., she held up the collar. I took it and put it around her throat and buckled it shut. In this setting she knew she was mine.

I led her to the bed and placed her on her belly and added the straps to her limbs. I removed the slack but did not pull them taut. I then went to my selection of toys and picked up a light flogger. It had three wide short suede tails and was meant to warm but not punish. It liked to use it to start capillary action. It would sensitize her body to the slightest sensation. Even a touch later would cause her great pleasure.

I fixed my hand in that blond mane of hers and turned her head to face me. "I am going to whip you lightly. This is not a punishment, but will add to your pleasure later."

I started on her calves very lightly. She leaped at the slapping sounds it made but the straps held her. She made a low moaning sound when the leather first touched her body but said nothing. In just a few minutes her calves, bottom, and back had taken on a nice pink glow. I unfastened the straps and flipped her over, then reattached them to her limbs.

I started on her belly this time and worked up to her breasts then her thighs and worked up to her cunt. Everywhere the whip touched now glowed with a light pink. I touched up a few spots across her belly to give it a nice even glow then landed several across her the insides of her thighs. The moisture from her center seeped out and glistened. The little light slaps were getting to her.

Next I got a rabbit skin in each hand and gave her a light rubdown starting with her breasts. Her nipples responded at the first touch of the fur and I felt her breasts swell under my touch. I could feel the warmth of her belly through the fur. She began to move within her limited space, trying to bring other parts of her body into contact with the fur. Using a skin in each hand, I moved to her thighs and took each thigh in both hands and rubbed from her knee to her cunt. When the fur touched her crotch, I watched her belly quiver. Just the touch of the fur to her bare pubic area had almost caused her to cum.

She was close and she was going to cum for me extensively tonight. She was still under a command of no orgasm without permission and I wanted a contented slave for the next day so I simplified my strategy. I was also in a generous mood now that the drive was over and Gerwald had wanted to know more of the gadget I had inserted in LA. His interest had left me feeling very satisfied, He seldom was impressed by electronic sex toys and I was encouraged by his interest “L.A., you may cum as you want tonight until I tell you otherwise,” I said, then went back to my work.

Working the fur over the hairless area of her crotch, I commanded her cum. She did not respond at first but I was patient and worked the fur back and forth over her slit until the vaginal lips opened. Then, just barely touching the opening with the fur wrapped around one finger I lightly teased her open lips.

They opened a little more and the moisture began to flow. I was treated to the wild scent of aroused and submitted slave. Her belly quivered once then twice then I felt her cum, just a small quick one, but the spasm was obvious. I had not even penetrated her yet. Her breath was coming in pants. She was in sub space, that wonderful place where the sensations I induced in her were all she felt, nothing else existed at that moment.

I did not allow her any rest, and worked a finger into her slit and worked it in and out to keep her cunt open. Her juices coated my fingers. I kept working the fur over her crotch to keep her aware of the sensation then worked it to her clit. I worked the fur across her clit and felt her body stiffen. Her moans continued low and slow, music to the Master as his slave yielded to him. Her second yielding was longer than the first. She had cum twice in just minutes

I quit teasing her clit with the fur and tossed it to one side to leave a hand free. I was still rubbing other lush flesh, her belly and breasts, with the other hand covered in fur. That little sensitive piece of flesh was now exposed, stiff and open to my touch. I pinched it with my fingers and rolled it back and forth. This double stimulation began to get her off again. I watched all her limbs stiffen as she came again, not a little one this time but a massive orgasm that shook her whole body. I never stopped manipulating her clit during that orgasm, wanting her yielding to be as deep and complete as it could be.

When it stopped, she was completely exhausted and weak. I quit what I was doing and took the furs again and started another quick rubdown to gauge her sensitivity. The pink glow I had induced in her body was starting to fade. But the first touch I made to her belly and chest caused her to moan again. Her nipples had lost their stiffness, but they sprang back to erect as soon as I ran the fur over them. Her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat and the fur had removed most of this.