The Accidental Sub (31 page)

Some gathered their slaves to them. Some went and refilled drinks, and several couples slipped off. Tarl stood and asked everyone for help in moving the floor pillows to one side. This gave everyone something to do until they had figured out what they were going to do next.

Tarl began to move some of the equipment back out to the floor. Knots of people began to form here and there with the largest bunch around the St. Andrews Cross.

I wanted a few minutes alone with L.A. What might happen next would either amaze or frighten her and I wanted to get a read on her feelings. I took her to the security room and made a very quick check of things then sat her down.

"What did you think of the red and white ceremony this evening?" I asked her to get her talking.

"Was that the ceremony with the roses?" she asked slowly. I'm sure that lots of things were running around that pretty head of hers and her thoughts were very jumbled. She needed a moment or two to track on just one line of thought.

"Yes. Falcon is a friend of mine and the slave was Tula and his wife," I told her.

She had a hard time sorting this out but finally said, "The ceremony was beautiful. There is lots of ritual and symbolism that I can see with the ceremony."

I nodded at this and asked, "And the dance? Did you enjoy it?"

She put her head down. "They were beautiful, Master. The dancers were so polished and skilled. You're going to place me in Zin's school soon, and I am worried that I will never be able to perform as well as what I saw tonight. I will disappoint you, and I don't want to do that, Master."

I had suspected that she might have been worried about that. "Zin will only allow the best of her dancers to perform before her Master. Being invited to dance before Gerwald is her highest form of praise. You will only perform for me, so don't worry about that. Not all of her students danced tonight. She limits it to six and her current special class numbers about twenty."

I thought I saw a little shudder after I said that. L.A. would have assumed that all of Zin's special class danced at these parties. It was typically a year or two before a student was allowed to dance before Zin's Master.

I went to my lovely slave and lifted her head. "Now, let's return to the party. You have much yet to witness tonight." I hooked a finger through the center ring of her collar and brought her to her feet, then left with her trailing me. When we got back to the playroom, a number of scenes were in progress.

Several things caught my eye but the first was a Dom who was giving lessons on the use of a bullwhip. He was quite skilled and we watched for a bit. He was flicking playing cards one at a time off of clothespin targets that he had set up.

He was illustrating how to control and coil the whip. I listened a bit to his instructions on how to expend the kinetic energy of the whip before bringing it into contact with flesh. I decided to move on. It was interesting but did not suit my needs. I would not use a bullwhip even to punish, nor was I interested in a pain seeker who needed that kind of stimulation.

I noticed that about this time that Gerwald and Zin were back. Zin's smile was still there, but he had not allowed her any clothes. Her hair was braided. She looked a little worn and tired but very happy. I was sure she that had danced for Gerwald in more ways than one.

The next scene I saw was interesting. There was a female was on the gurney. She was strapped down tightly. The small equipment tray was next to her, and her Master was preparing body wax. The talk between them, Master to slave, revealed that she had not kept herself up to his specification and by his hand tonight her remaining body hair would be removed. This appeared to have happened weeks ago, and he had not allowed her to shave since then. Her punishment was to be a public one. He had recruited the services of a Mistress who was helping him. When the first strip of wax from the underarm was removed, it was done with a deliberate speed that added to the punishment.

I watched this scene with L.A. in attendance. She turned her head away once or twice before the scene was completed. When finished and she was released, a very humble and sore slave went to her knees and began to kiss her Master

Over the next hour we wondered about the playroom and watched many scenes unfold. We saw examples of orgasm control and naked bodies of males and females in many positions being used for their Masters' pleasure. All of the equipment was in use and the Cross of St. Andrews was staying occupied.

The vaulting horse seemed to hold a lot of attraction for the spanking crowd and sound of bare bottoms, breasts, and bellies being attacked with implements from ping pong paddles to hair brushes to fly swatters could be heard over the noise of the party. I watched a few of these, then a caning. Someone had laid down tic-tac-toe boards on both cheeks of a slave's bottom then played two games to stalemate with a laundry marker with a couple of the onlookers.

One very interesting scene involved a slave being tickled with a device made of feathers. The device was a little hand-cranked rotating fan applied to the slave's exposed bare flesh. Each blade of the fan was made of a brightly tinted feather. She tried to control her laughter as long as she could, but once she started, it was like a dam bursting.

It is said that laughter is contagious and this was the case here. Soon everyone who was watching was laughing as well. Her Master was being careful in his administration with the feathers. Asphyxiate is a real danger with this kind of play. If done for too long, the body goes into a form of oxygen starvation. I noticed that Tarl was paying close attention as well.

I decided to take a pause from the sights and sounds of the playroom. I had laughed so hard that my side had begun to hurt. I went to the room that had a dessert nomad's tent in it and looked around. A few people usually had things to sell or trade there or had examples of their wares and would take orders for special items. I often left examples of my leatherwork with one of the folks there but had not this time. Although I didn't see anything interesting, L.A. was deep in discussion on some clothing she saw. She was looking at how the items were made and asking how to sew silk and chiffon. I was looking at a steel collar when once again I heard a bell being rung from room to room. The slave auction would be beginning soon.

The stage area was busy in the auction room. The portable stage was a small affair, raised about three feet above the floor with an A-frame in the center that could be used to hang or display the slaves. The stage was being covered with sawdust. This was largely traditional and the roots of it go back to antiquity. Livestock taken to the block would urinate or defecate during their sale. The sawdust was used to absorb the wastes.

The sales would proceed from the short-term arrangements in which the slave would be sold for a scene or the evening to the longer-term sales. The people were waiting for the Dungeon Master to take the stage. The lights dimmed so that only the stage was lit, which also prevented the ones being sold from seeing who was doing the bidding. The slave can act subtly differently on the block if she is trying to influence one bidder or another.

The Auctioneer took the stage and welcomed everyone to the auction, then got right down to business. "Our first delicacy for tonight is Carla; she is being sold for one scene by her Master."

Two assistants pulled on a rope attached to the A-frame and the slave took the stage. She fought the rope and was gradually pulled to the block. Her bare feet slipped in the sawdust several times. She gave us quite a show of her defiance to the sale.

"As you can see, she is quite the handful. Can you master her, can you tame her, Noble Masters and Mistresses?" the Auctioneer questioned.

He motioned to his assistants and the rope got tighter. Carla's hands were completely extended above her head now and she was standing on just the balls of her feet. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder toga of sorts that went to mid-thigh.

"You can see the wonders you are about to enjoy. Her measurements are," he had a small flogger in his hand and touched it to her breasts, "thirty-eight," then slapped her belly and held the flogger there, making the toga conform to her shape, "thirty-two," then touched her hips, "thirty six. May I have a bid on the lovely Carla!" He began to take bids and the bidding soon went up to ten thousand Phranks.

"I have a bid of ten thousand. I am to let this delightful package go for that paltry amount?" he asked the crowd. After getting no more bids, the Auctioneer faced the crowd.

"But of course, I see the problem now. Who would buy a slave who is clothed? You need to see what you are getting." He went to the girl and opened the fastening at her shoulder. He let the toga fall. "Noble Masters and Mistresses, here is the package unwrapped so you may see what you are getting, and a beautiful slave it is."

The slave was now nude and standing in the light, hands extended above her head by the rope and her feet in the sawdust. She was sweating and the light caught every curve of her body as well as every tensed and stretched muscle from her position. "As you can see, she is an unshaven slave," he took the flogger and pointed to her crotch, framing it with the coils of his flogger.

"She could be yours; can you teach her what it is to be a slave?" He went behind the slave and turned her so the crowd could see all of her. After turning her twice, he motioned to his assistants, who lowered the rope. "Kneel," said the auctioneer to the slave.

She went to her knees and closed her legs and covered herself as best she could with her arms and hair. He began to take bids again and the price went quickly to twenty-two thousand Phranks.

"I have a bid of twenty-two thousand." He held out an open hand to the crowd. "Do I close my hand?" he asked the partygoers. This would close the sale if he did that. When no one answered him, he again motioned to his assistants. They once again pulled the girl to her feet with arms over her head.

"Behold noble Lords and Ladies." He took his flogger and folded the blades to the handle leaving short loose loops at the end of the flogger. He wrapped one hand about her waist to control her then he applied the coiled end of the flogger to the girl's clit and rubbed it hard in the "Slavers Caress."

The startled girl tried to fight and move away from his caress but could only wiggle away from it a little.

At first she was trying to avoid it, but then she opened her legs and tried to bring her sex in contact with it. Soon her body was leaping to the touch of the whip. She revealed her sexuality to the crowd by trying to bring herself off on stage to bidders. The Auctioneer let her cum on stage then motioned to the assistants. They let the rope go slack and she fell in a heap on the block.

With the whip he got her to her knees again, poking and prodding her to the position he wanted. This time he would not let her hold the modest position she had assumed before. She was kneeling now in the position of a pleasure slave, kneeling back on her heels, knees widely open, hands on thighs with palms up and open, breasts proudly thrust out. The sawdust from the block was sticking to her body and hair everywhere. The sawdust was also sticking to the insides of her thighs where the secretions from her orgasm had smeared her thighs. The whole illusion was now one of a humble, obedient, and sexual slave. He held one open hand out to the crowd.

"Do I close my hand?" the Auctioneer inquired of the crowd. The bids began again at twenty-five thousand and quickly escalated to thirty-five.

"I have thirty five thousand for this slave for one scene only. I am ready to close my hand." The Auctioneer held out his hand. The hand holding the flogger was over his head. When he heard no further bids he closed his hand and dropped the hand holding the flogger. "Slave Carla is sold for thirty five thousand
Phranks." The Assistants led her off the stage. Then the Master who had won the bidding worked his way to the side to complete the transaction. The slave did not look up.

The next two slaves who ascended the block were being sold for one scene only as well. The ritual of selling the slave went much the same as had the first. The second slave soon sold for twenty-seven thousand. The third slave girl did not have the rope attached to her wrists. She stood where told and followed the Auctioneer's instructions exactly. She displayed herself well and stripped on command with grace and beauty. The Auctioneer put this one through slave paces, having her assume many different positions on stage. The bidding on her went quickly to forty thousand. Only then did he attach her wrists to the rope and administer the touch of the whip. She came instantly then twice more in under a minute. In the end she went for fifty-six thousand.