The Accidental Sub (34 page)

I opened the outside garage door about halfway to spill a little of the heat and the slight breeze from outside felt wonderful. Susan stirred when the door opened and winced as harsh sunlight fell over her body. In the full light of day I got a better look at her body and I was pleased to see that my precautions had been good. I did not see a serious mark or cut anywhere. Bright pink well warmed flesh but nothing that indicated damage.

“Stand,” I told her. When she stood I took her by the hair and led her inside to the cool of the house. I sat her down and waited for her to recover a bit. I got us both some water. Her breathing stayed ragged for a bit before it calmed down. I again took a good look at her body. The bright red of her body had changed to a soft pink. Now that the cool of the house had hit us, we had gone from sweaty to sticky. I motioned Susan to follow me and we went to the bathroom.

I stripped and entered the shower then motioned Susan in. I had her bathe me then herself. We stepped out and I had her towel me off. I left her there and went in search of the belt, her clothes, and the bag. I found these and gave her the bag. "Do your hair. No makeup," I told her. I watched her tackle these tasks. She was performing now with some speed. She ended up being a lot more attractive than she had presented herself at the auction.

When she was done, I put the belt on her and locked her in it then tossed her the dress. She slipped it on and I got her in my car. I stopped long enough to get the test equipment out of the car. We left after that. I was about a half hour behind my slave.

When we got to L.A.'s house, her car was outside and the garage was open and empty. She must have thought about this and I approved of her plans. I was able to get Susan into her house without much effort or arousing the interest of the neighbors.

If L.A. had followed my instructions she would be in her living room and prepared to receive Susan. She would also be just about on the verge of insanity from the little vibrator tucked inside her cunt. I had Susan get her bag and went into the house with her following me. We went through the kitchen and into the living room to find L.A.. She was on the couch and was dressed in one of her slave dresses. Every line of her body showed through the dress in the soft light of that room. At my request she had put a towel on the floor in front of her. A large gold costume jewelry necklace was on the towel.

I waited to see what Susan would do. When she saw what had been prepared, she stripped and assumed a kneeling position on the towel. The position she had assumed was that of a tower or house slave, and I approved. I had held out my hand to L.A. and she took it and stood up for me.

I took her into my arms and hugged and kissed her deeply. Again I marveled at the way her body melted to mine. We completely ignored Susan while I had my lovely L.A. in my arms.

When I broke the kiss she laid her head on my shoulder and asked me very quietly, "Please, Master, turn off the vibrator."

I nodded my head and while getting my hand under the dress, I found her thighs were wet with her juices. My little toy had kept her on the edge. I turned it off. If Susan disobeyed, I would have L.A. use it on her and not allow her to cum.

L.A. breathed a sigh of relief when I turned my little gadget off. I whispered to her to pick up the necklace. After she got the necklace we stood in front of Susan.

"Good evening, Susan. You are here to start your week as a slave who was purchased at auction. I will ask you now to submit to me as your Master and to L.A. as your Mistress. If you accept, your Mistress will place a necklace, a chain about your neck as an outward symbol of your slavery to us." I paused and watched her reactions as I spoke again. "Now choose, or be returned to your Master."

She waited a heartbeat or two, then put her head to the floor and stretched her arms out in front of her. Her butt was high in the air.

"I submit to you as my Master and Mistress in accordance with the terms of my Master and my sale," she said, barely loudly enough to be heard with her face into the floor as it was.

I had never seen a declaration of submission done exactly that way, but different Masters have different ceremonies for this. After she said this, she went back to a kneeling position with her head down. I motioned to L.A. and she went to the new slave and put the necklace on her.

She was now a beaten, submitted, and collared slave. L.A.'s face had a look of wonder and perhaps joy on it from the gift I had given her. She looked at me with a big question mark on her face as if to say, "What do I do with her now?"

I helped her a little. "Susan, go and start on the kitchen. Do the dishes, counters, then clean out the fridge. Remove all of the shelves and clean them throw out anything that seems bad or old. Then mop and wax the floor. Your Mistress will show you where the supplies are and fill you in on anything special she might require. Now put on the dress and go.”

She got up and dressed then left. I held L.A.'s hand as she had made a move like she was going to go also.

As I anticipated, a woman cannot stand another woman mucking about in "her" kitchen. When Susan was out of sight I told L.A. to go and show her where the supplies were and to briefly look in the refrigerator and show her what to throw out, then come back to me. When she returned, the look on her face was one of indecision.

She settled on the floor in front of me and finally said, "Please, Master, tell me what I am going to do with her?"

I chuckled then said, "Whatever you want within the parameters of these instructions." I then handed her the letter that came with Susan at the auction. She scanned the note first then read it a second time with some care.

She looked up and shook her head as if agreeing then looked at me and said, "What horrible thing did she do to make her Master to put her up at auction?"

“Other than what she has told us, I have no idea.” I responded. “I want you to find out as much as you can. In the meantime, get her to thoroughly clean your house. Have her do all the little things you never get time for. Then I will take her to my house and have her do the same to mine. If you can find out something more about what she did, that will help determine how we handle her. You two should trade experiences as well. Perhaps exposure to this lifestyle from another perspective might help you.”

L.A. nodded her agreement,
then I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. I made gentle love to her for a half hour or so and gave her multiple orgasms.

My only command to her was to yield as she was fighting her first orgasm. With another slave in the house, L.A. was feeling a bit inhibited. I had not shut the door to the bedroom. I wanted her cries of pleasure to be heard by Susan. This would remind Susan of what she was missing. L.A. and I were both tired from this weekend and neither of us were up to anything strenuous. We did have a nice half hour or so of pillow talk to just enjoy each other's company and do a lot of cuddling. During that time I made a few other suggestions on how to handle her house guest.

We went to the kitchen about an hour later to find Susan working on her fridge. I left and headed home. I still had stuff to do before Monday morning but was feeling very relaxed and contented. L.A. would call me if anything happened and I would be in touch with her every day. The main thing for L.A. to do during the week was to give a detailed set of instructions to Susan in the form of a checklist that would serve as her guide during the day while L.A. was at work.

As long as the checklist was completed when LA returned, Susan would be fine. An incomplete list would result in a punishment of some kind. Written instructions were very important for this kind of arrangement. I knew to avoid verbal instructions. One of the strange assignments Susan would do was alphabetizing the spices in L.A.'s spice rack, one of those little things that L.A. had always wanted to do but had never gotten around to. The next couple of days would prove instructive for both.

I stopped at the market on the way home and got my groceries for the week and, as became my habit, I purchased enough for two for most of the week. It broke up the trip home and made the time go by. The rest of that day was spent playing catch up. The penance for a weekend spent at play.

Before I went to bed, I called L.A. to see how things went that day. She reported no problems with Susan and the housework was being done. She admitted that house had needed a through cleaning and Susan was doing an excellent job. She would run out of things for her to do by Wednesday. I made a few suggestions for jobs for Susan such as washing the windows inside and out, washing and waxing her car, mowing the grass and weeding the flower beds.

Monday dawned bright and hot. After getting to work and checking the network, I found very little to do. A number of the small things such as clearing alarms had to be done. All of this went very fast. I did have a lot of E-mail and paper mail that had to be sorted through. Always the paperwork associated with maintaining a large network was completed as well. I called L.A. about lunchtime to check on her. Things had gone all right the night before with Susan. I could not ask over the phone whether Susan had accepted nighttime bondage. From L.A.'s tone it sounded like everything had been fine. She had left a lengthy list of tasks to do and would tell me more after work.

I finished the day having dug myself out of a mountain of paperwork. My evening call confirmed that things had gone according to plan with Susan. I had L.A. caress herself to a massive orgasm that night before I let her sleep. I made plans for Wednesday and composed and sent a long E-mail then went to bed.

By Wednesday I had fallen into work again with vigor that I had not possessed the rest of the week. I called L.A. at lunch time and she reported that my instructions were being carried out to the letter and that she and Susan would be ready for my arrival that night. Again I dispatched the day's work with enthusiasm and left on time like a regular person. I headed for her place after work and a dinner engagement.

When I went by the front of the house it looked great. The little yard had been cut and the grass cuttings collected and bagged. I noticed that the flower beds had been recently groomed and new flowers had been planted around the perimeter. When I pulled to the back house, L.A.'s car was there and it sparkled in the slanting dusk light. Not a speck of dirt was to be seen on that little Miata. It had clearly been hand waxed.

L.A. met me at the door. She looked marvelous wearing a clingy short dress and holding a tall glass of iced tea. I held out my hands and took her hand in one of the mine. I kissed her and felt her body next to mine. She was naked under the dress and it molded to her body like a second skin. Her nipples hardened as soon as I kissed her. I slipped a hand under her dress to confirm that she was panty less.

"Welcome, Master. How are you?"

I accepted the tea and let her lead me to the living room. I noticed on the way that the formal dining room table had been cleaned off and had been set with china, crystal, and her good silver.

We sat down on the sofa. "I am fine, thank you, but I have hungers." I said smiling.

The house was immaculate. Everything was clean and dusted and polished. Upholstered furniture such as the sofa had been vacuumed as well and all of the sofa pillows had been turned and fluffed. The windows shown crystal clear from a recent cleaning inside and out, and I noticed that there were new drapes at most of the windows. This was just a first glance.

As I sipped my tea the details began to seep in. I noticed little things like the washed, starched, and pressed doilies on the furniture, and freshly polished silver trim on the crystal candy dish. The glass-framed pictures on the walls were sparkling.

I stood up and walked about the living room. Even the collection of CDs and tapes at the stereo had been neatly lined up in their cabinet and did not show the signs of use and enjoyment that normally were evident. L.A. had kept the slave busy in accordance with the terms of the auction.

I studied L.A. and noticed other things. Her hair was again perfect, and her finger and toenails were recently polished. I went back to the sofa.

"All right, L.A.. I have a lot of questions. First, I see new drapes. Did you take time off today and go shopping?"

She smiled but said, "No, Master, I custom ordered these shortly before I got my big bonus. They were ready yesterday and Susan and I spent last night getting them up. It's something I have wanted to do for a long time. I went in early this morning and came home an hour early to prepare for your arrival tonight. I had Susan help prepare me tonight, I had her bathe me and she did my hair and nails.”