The Accidental Sub (29 page)

“It's getting close to party time and I want to kill the phone lines now,” I told the Lord of the Manor.

Gerwald took a quick scan of everything that was going on then looked at me. “Go ahead, but leave the usual line open to this room. I'll have everyone get together in about ten minutes in the living room. Get back as soon as you can. It's been awhile since you've stayed and there are some new faces in the crowd.”

I checked a few things then saw Gerwald begin to gather the clan. It only took me ten minutes or so to go outside and kill the phone lines. With that done I hustled back inside.

When everyone who had been making preparations was gathered together, he gave a quick rundown of what was happening that night. Everyone who had a function was introduced and their job explained.

He always did this, no matter how many parties you had been to. I agreed with his reasoning. For most of them, this was like the airline safety lecture -- something to ignore. But I had not been to a party in awhile, so I paid attention and made sure I knew the names of the people I might need to talk to. L.A. I noticed, was listening intently to everything that was said.

This play party had started.

Chapter 12

Dinner and an Auction

We were due at the door in about fifteen minutes when
Zin came and knocked on the door. She knelt and said, "My Lord is having another meeting and would like you and your slave to attend. Be in the throne room in ten minutes, please."

Once in the throne room, I found Gerwald sitting in his chair with his slaves at his feet and his other guests who would be helping with things sitting here and there.

"Good evening, my friends," boomed Gerwald. "Here is the schedule for the formal events tonight. Arrival of my guests will be from six to seven. Dinner will be served from seven-thirty to eight-thiry, Zin's dancers will perform at nine. At midnight the slave auction will start and should be fun for all of us." He consulted a little palmtop computer then continued.

"Master G will be the gatekeeper tonight and everyone who is here should see him and get their trinket updated before people start arriving. Master Tarl will once again be the Dungeon Master tonight and his word will be final." He then began to describe some of the smaller private scenes, but the main ones were where I would have to keep my attention.

He then looked at me. "Remember that those who are to be auctioned tonight have to petition either Tarl or me before the event so we can verify that both parties agree to what to will happen. I don't want any misunderstandings. Catch what trouble you can at the door!"

He concluded just before six and I went to my place at the door. There were perhaps fifty to sixty people who would show up tonight in addition those who were already in attendance. A few of them came by to update their trinkets and I used this as an excuse for L.A. to practice her welcome. More than one male walked away showing physical evidence of her desirability.

A few minutes after six, the guests started arriving. The first to arrive was Falcon and his slave, the one who had arranged for the red and white ceremony for this evening. Upon entering the house, Tula knelt beside L.A. in the position of a pleasure slave. L.A. made the welcome, accepted the trinkets, and handed them to me. After I had updated the trinkets, Falcon and I exchanged a few words.

"My slave tells me that you would like to attend tonight," said Falcon fondly. "I would be honored for you to witness our joy. I would like you to be at the ceremony tonight.

"It is I who am honored, Falcon. I would like for my slave to attend as well if that is okay," I said as I motioned to my slave.

He looked hard at L.A. and asked, "Your new slave?" When I nodded my head, he just smiled.

"A fine catch!" he stated "Congratulations, I hope you two will be as happy as we are."

Falcon then attached a leash to Tula's collar and led her off. I took a quick look at L.A. and found her flushed and her breathing rapid. She had enjoyed the exchange; it had excited her. Having the other slave kneel near her in the pleasure slave position had caught her attention. Tula had assumed the position naturally with a flowing grace and beauty that only came from long practice and deep submission.

The next couple to arrive was a Dominatrix and her preferred slave, a male in a leather harness affair that just covered his cock and balls. She was in a hurry and handed the trinkets to me, ignoring
L.A.. After I swiped the cards and admitted them, they just bustled off. L.A. looked at me with a question on her face. I filed this away for later. She would have questions after tonight. The people who turned up at Gerwald's parties were a pansexual bunch. Up until this point, she had only seen dominant males and submissive females. She hadn't even imagined people at the other end of the spectrum.

We would see people from in between as well before the night was out. Male/male and Female/female couples or triples would be making their appearances. L.A. had performed her job well and seemed a little miffed that the woman had paid her little attention. But such is the lot of a slave.

At seven o'clock, the doors would close and no one else would be allowed to enter. All guests had to stay until at least midnight unless there was some emergency that could not be taken care of on site.

By six-thirty, the guests had begun to arrive en masse and we were quite busy checking people in and reminding them of the house rules. L.A.'s welcome became very practiced and precise, but still natural. She quickly picked up on who to ask for the trinket as most of the slaves wore collars or were on leashes of some kind. Many of the slaves were also marked in some way, such as tattoos and in one case, a brand on the left thigh. The dress of the arriving guests ranged from mundane street clothes to various forms of fetish wear. Mostly we were seeing variations of leather and jeans for the Dominates and skin to light silk, latex, or transparent fabrics for the subs.

To an experienced eye, the ones who were being auctioned tonight for more than a scene were easy to spot. They had failed their Master or Mistress in some respect and the auction was considered a punishment. Their mood didn't have the air of fun and excitement of joy that usually accompanied attending one of Gerwald's parties. I noticed two female slaves who would not look up and followed their Masters in with a resigned slow step. Otherwise everyone else was in a party mood and looking forward to an evening of play, good food, and entertainment.

As agreed, at seven-fifteen, I closed and locked the doors. With my lovely slave in attendance, we settled in the throne room and watched as Gerwald made arrangements with people for the slave auction. Both Dom and sub had to agree to the terms of the auction and he made his notes in his little palmtop computer. After a few minutes, I went in search of Tarl, the Dungeon Master.

Master Tarl was another large man. He stood just over six feet tall and was also wearing a leather vest, almost a jerkin. This one was bright red, which made him easy to spot. It had infinity symbols on the breasts and back. He would be making any judgment calls on what may or may not be permitted. Normally this was a rather an easy job as most of the guests and players were known to us and usually followed the rules. I found him and told him my observations on the two slaves who were not happy about being there. I took him back in the throne room and pointed them out. The usual practice was to separate them and see if we got the same story from both parties.

Once in a while, a Dom really pressures his slave into the auction. This had not happened recently. But if their stories varied drastically, or one said no, the Dungeon Master would remove them from the auction.

After that, Tarl and I with L.A. trailing us, wandered from room to room to see what was happening in the dungeon, a quick inspection tour. We found nothing to worry us and began to socialize. The playroom was busy and most of the equipment was uncovered and in use. One wall had a section of ornate black iron fence mounted on it midway between floor and ceiling and could be used for a variety of proposes, from tethering a slave to attaching a slave for a whipping or other play or punishment. The uprights and curves and curls of the fence gave a lot of good places to tie a slave in any number of positions or to park equipment. Gerwald's slaves had placed a variety of whips and floggers on the fence for display.

The fence was being used to tether slaves while their Masters were socializing. The slaves sat on pillows on the floor and talked and laughed among themselves. They were having a good time, socializing not unlike people gathering in the kitchen except for their odd raiment and submissive postures. Rather than a Male/Female split, there was a Dom/sub split in this room.

A little while later, Bea went from room to room ringing a large bell. She had on the party collar and a smile. Those who wanted to eat dinner collected their subs and went to the pool area where tables and chairs had been set up. The subs began to scurry around attending to their Masters, serving them food and drink. The Dom's each had different rules for the treatment of their slaves. Some were allowed to sit at the table and others put their food dish on the ground and sat at their Master's feet to eat.

I let L.A. get two plates of food then had her sit next to me. She was surprised at the lack of silverware. All the food was made to be eaten by hand. The soup was served in a bowl with a handle. Even the butter for the bread was melted so that it could be poured or dipped rather than spread with a knife. We both had the beef. I was amused to watch L.A. daintily pull the meat off of the bone. I was hungry and ate with gusto, as was a tradition of sort at this kind of party. The metal goblets would only contain a few swallows of drink. It was up to each of the slaves to keep her Master's goblet full.

The area buzzed with dozens of conversations and the topics ranged from politics to the training of subs. It had worried me that police might pick up individual conversations with a directional microphone and I had hit on a fun defense. About 15 speakers surrounded the area faced outward. A tape was playing of noisy ducks and geese who occupied a local lake. From a distance it sounded like a noisy cocktail party. Most of the guests had finished eating by eight o'clock and were drinking coffee.

Cathy was the mastermind behind the organization of these parties, and they usually were pulled off with military precision. The entire evening was orchestrated by her schedule. She was Gerwald's administrative assistant in real life.

I noticed Falcon and Tula slip off and told my slave to follow me. The red and white ceremony would begin soon.

A couple who decides to strengthen their D/s bonds or wishes to renew a bonding will often perform this ceremony or a variation. If a couple has drifted apart for some reason, a ritual such as the red and white can be used to renew their bonds to each other. The ceremony itself can be as varied as the couple wishes to make it. It is often very private, just a few people to witness it, and rarely public in the manner of a wedding.

When we got to the room, the alcohol lamp was lit and Tula and Falcon were standing at the table. I had L.A. kneel a few steps back from that table and told her to watch. Falcon was holding the red rose and Tula was in a simple dress and collar, holding the white rose. I said to Falcon, "I will follow your lead. Just give me a hint as to what you want." He smiled and nodded his agreement.

Falcon removed Tula's collar and passed it through the flame quickly then returned it to her neck and fastened it tightly. He added a small lock. He looked at Tula very fiercely and said, "This woman I take as my slave and will guide, train, support, and protect her as long as she wishes to be mine."

He took his closed red rose and pricked her middle finger with one of the thorns. As the blood from her finger prick began to fall, he let one drop of blood fall on his red rose. Then he took her open white rose and forced another couples of drops of blood and guided them to fall on her white rose on opposite sides of the rose. Tula then, with arms extended and head down, extended the white rose to her Master.

Falcon took the white rose and pricked his middle finger with a thorn of the white rose. He let two drops of his blood fall on the white rose. One drop of his blood on top of a drop that Tula had shed and one drop alone at the top of the rose so that the white rose clearly showed three drops of blood. He then let a drop of his blood fall on the red rose.

Tula spoke. "I offer myself to my Master, my love, body and soul I give to him freely for as long as he will have me. It is this slave's hope that she will never disobey or displease him in any way. May I only provide you with love, service, and comfort forever.