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Authors: G. Stuart Crane

 

I put the belt on her and took the key then asked if she had any questions about the list. She did, and I pointed out a few things and showed her where my cleaning equipment was stored, pointed out the vacuum cleaner and so on, and then told her to get busy.

 

I finished getting ready for work and got things packed up in the laptop computer bag. As I left I noticed that Susan was already busy in the kitchen so I said goodbye and left.

 

I called L.A. at lunch to see how she was doing and found a very happy slave. She had weighed herself and was happy to report to me that she lost a total of six pounds. She was wearing a dress today she had not worn in a long time. We talked a little while and I made arrangements to call her that night then went back to work.

 

When I got home I found Susan still working on the house, which had been completely picked up and vacuumed and dusted. She was working on the mirrors and pictures when I got in. When I came into the living room, she knelt and I motioned her to continue her work. I looked over the list I had provided her and found a great deal of it checked off. We had a pizza and went to bed early. She was asleep before I had the bonds on her. I called L.A. in the evening and found her quite happy with a now clean house. I let her go to sleep after listening to my slave orgasm at my command.

 

On Friday I got one call from Susan. As commanded, she was performing her work nude. I had laundering and pressing the drapes on the list and she wanted to wear a robe while the windows were bare of the drapes. I agreed to this because of the neighbors.

 

I had to admit that my house had not looked this good in a long time. The drapes had been laundered and pressed and were back in the windows and I would swear that they had changed color. Again Susan was tired. She had finished the list and had given me no reason to discipline her. She answered my questions and when I put her to bed, she admitted she was looking forward to being reunited with her Master. She also admitted under questioning that she had perhaps been looking for punishment.

 

The next morning when I went to free Susan, I found her awake and smiling. After she got up I put her in the belt again. She made us both breakfast without any prompting and was packed and ready to go. I called her Master.  It seemed he wanted her back as quickly as possible, so after she cleared away breakfast and got the dishes cleaned up, I put her in the car and delivered her to her Master. I removed the lock to her belt, but left the belt on her. It would be removed by her Master's hand, not mine.

 

I dropped her off and gave her Master of brief summary of what happened while she had been in my charge, from the whipping at the winch to the work she had accomplished at our homes. He asked about the sex part and I told Susan to raise the skirt so I could show him the chastity belt. I explained how it had been locked on her most of the week. Because it had been specially fitted to her body, I would leave it with him. I then handed him the key to the belt without any comment.

 

When I left she was naked except for the belt and in her masters arms and yielding to him and being kissed from belly to forehead. She was a slave in orgasm simply from being held and kissed. They were lost in each other and they did not notice me as I let myself out. I hoped that whatever problems they were having would work out. I quietly closed the door on a Master and slave.

 

Other than checking in with Zin to see whether she would now accept L.A. as a student and to give L.A. her punishment for not obeying instantly the other night, the weekend was clear. Even my laundry was done. With the exception of grocery shopping, I had nothing really to do.

I would have to initiate the call to
Zin as I knew that she would not. She would not presume to call me except at the command of her Master. She had also left it up to me to keep track of the time that had passed. It had been a full month since L.A. had become my slave.

 

At about nine o'clock, I called L.A. to check on her, and her first question whether I had returned Susan! She began to laugh when I told her that I'd left Susan in the chastity belt, and then she got serious and asked about the plans for the weekend.

 

When I admitted that I had none because of the on-call weekend, she made a few suggestions. She was at loose ends also. I told her to come over about noon and plan on spending the night.

 

I reminded her about one thing. “You are due a punishment, my slave, for not obeying instantly the other night. Do you remember?”

 

I only heard a faint, "Yes, Master, I remember."

 

"Do you remember what today is?" I asked. I heard silence over the line as she pondered this question. I could tell that the question had puzzled her. After several seconds, she said, "No, Master, I don't.”

 

"Today you have been my slave for one month.” I wasn't sure that she made the connection to my thoughts about Zin's class, so I added, “You may be in class dancing tonight, so bring an exercise outfit and your collar."

 

“Yes, Master,” She responded then I heard a long pause from the other end of the line. "Master, may I beg a favor?" she asked.

 

"Of course, L.A.” I responded.

 

"Would you do something similar to that first time? Send me an e-mail with detailed instructions. I can't explain it, but I look at that note from time to time. When I want to relive that first moment when I realized that I'm a submissive and slave, it just makes me feel so owned and possessed and warm."

 

"Check your mail in an hour and be prepared to follow the instructions exactly," I said then hung up.

 

Next I called Lord Gerwald's house and spoke to him. I would not talk to Zin without his knowledge. Gerwald reiterated that he was very pleased with the security that I had helped with and mentioned some additional measures he wanted me to investigate for him. I told him I'd be happy to help out then asked to speak to Zin.

 

Zin came on the phone. “Good morning, Master. How may Zin help you?”

 

I reminded Zin of the reason for the call.

 

“Yes,” she said, “the month is up and was I expecting your call. I have thought about this. I watched her at the party last weekend, and she seems much more comfortable with everything Sir. I did not see anything that would stop me from accepting her now. Do you still want to invest the time and money into her training?” she asked.

 

“Yes Zin I do, I will see her dance for me yet!” I replied.

 

“Yes Sir,” Zin replied. “Deliver her to the studio tonight at five and I will get her started. Do not expect anything special for a few weeks. I have a lot to teach her and this takes time. The basic hand movements alone take several weeks for a student to get correct. But I will accept her as a student.”

 

“What should I have her bring or wear to the class tonight? Anything special she should bring that I don't know about?” I asked.

 

Then she got a little mysterious on me. "As I have clothing and switch rights over the slave that is for me to decide, isn't it, Sir? But you must accompany her to the class and give me this permission in front of her." Zin hung up without another word and left me with my mouth hanging open.

 

After I had recovered, I fired up the computer and composed the e-mail to L.A.. It took several drafts to get the tone I wanted. I had been disappointed but not mad at her earlier disobedience, and I wanted this discipline to be remembered.

 

Subject: Today's Visit

 

L.A.,

 

You will report to my house today at noon, no tolerance on the time. Pack your overnight bag as usual. I expect perfection in your personal grooming and you will be subjected to the silk test upon arrival. Makeup and hair are to be perfect. Butt plug yourself and wear and insert the randomly controlled vibrator from the instant you receive this and turn it on. You are forbidden orgasm until I grant you that permission.

 

Clothing should consist of a loose dress that has shoulder straps and can be untied from the shoulders. Wear a bra and panties set that I purchased for you. Wear sandals and your collar. You are to wear your collar from the time you leave your place. Wear a scarf to hide the collar. Park in the back as usual. Garage door will be open. You will find cuffs on the table. Cuff yourself with your hands in front. You will find a selection of whips and floggers on the table. Choose one for your punishment today. Place your choice by the Circle of Discipline. Kneel in the circle and wait.

 

M.G.

 

After I sent the note, I laid out the cuffs in plain view with several of the items from the toy bag, including some of the more severe implements in my collection. I dropped the winch hook to about head height and added a lock and chain to it. The chain was heavy and recently purchased. I put the lock hasp through a link in the chain about two feet from the end then locked it to the winch. This gave me two lengths of chain descending from the winch. One was almost touching the floor and another hung to about collar height.

 

Up to this point my L.A. had been very obedient. I had only had to punish her once; anything else we had done had been part of the play, to reinforce her feeling of submission or strictly for sensation. She had enjoyed most of it. The slapper I had used on lightly on her body had excited her. I personally only use whipping for punishment and then I am very careful about it, warming the body of my victim up carefully and sensitizing the body to so the punishment may be fully felt.

 

I decided to dress for the event a little differently. I dressed head to toe in black and slipped a few things that I thought I might need into the pockets. This was to give the impression of the executioner and to make it clear that I had been displeased with her performance the other night. I wanted this to be remembered and learned from. I rarely severely punish as I find it to be more effective if I use punishment sparingly. But I do punish if the situation demands it.

 

I ran a quick errand and was back before L.A. arrived. I grabbed the paper and began to read just to kill time. I admitted to myself that I was looking forward to this and I had a few surprises in store for her.

 

At about ten minutes before noon, I heard her car. I stared at my clock, willing the time to go faster. Those ten minutes seemed to stretch into an hour. At the stroke of noon, I opened the door from the house to the garage.

 

LA had done as instructed and was kneeling in the circle dressed in a light floral print dress that had spaghetti strap ties at the shoulders. A flogger was in front of her and the cuffs were on her wrists. I moved quickly and without a word to attach the long chain to her collar with a heavy lock. I didn't use the little locks I usually use. I wanted her to feel the chain and locks against her body.

 

I closed the outside door to the garage and we were left in the oppressive heat of a closed garage in a Dallas summer. The noon heat outside was around 98 degrees and threatened to break 100. With all the doors closed to the garage the thermometer inside the garage already showed 108. We had both been forged in the summer heat of Dallas and could endure this for awhile.

 

"Whip!" I barked, and she picked up the instrument she had chosen. She kissed it then handed it to me. The whip was the mildest of the four that I had laid out. A good choice for her, it had ten soft wide tails and the shortest handle of the bunch. It gave me the least leverage of the four. Still it was brute of a flogger if applied without care

 

I lowered the winch till the short chain was at about head height. I grabbed her cuffed wrists and locked the connecting chain of the cuffs to the short chain on the winch with a heavy lock.

 

I had decided to use heavier bondage than I usually do. I was making a point that this was punishment and not play. I was making sure that L.A. knew that she was bound and at my mercy until I decided to release her. She shivered as the heavy chain brushed against her legs and breasts. I watched her tug a little against the chain attached to the winch. It would not slip this time and the connecting chain was not just over the hook but locked. I watched her as she did this and I thought I saw just a little understanding in her eyes of what was to come.

 

I punched the button on the winch and brought her up flat-footed on the floor. Then another quick tap on the button got her to the balls of her feet.

 

I approached her, flogger in hand, and then walked around her twice. She was beautiful, hair and face perfect, body taut and yielding in my chains, but that would not stop me from seeing her punished.

 

"What are the duties of a slave?” I asked her.

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