The Accidental Sub (8 page)

I returned my hand to the steering wheel and my attention to my driving. She finally broke out of her reverie and said, "May I ask some questions, Master?"

"Yes, Anne, whatever you want," I said gently.

"That girl this afternoon, I saw her cum from you whipping her. She wanted me to see it, in fact she asked for me to witness it. Why? What kind of party was she talking about? And her Master, why did he send her to you like that?" she asked. It took me a moment to sort out my thoughts on that one.

"First, what did you mean "like that?"" I asked.

"When she walked in, I could smell her. She was so aroused. I thought she was going to orgasm on the floor when you touched her," she said.

"Long story, but first let me tell you of her master, Lord
Gerwald. He is a mountain of a man, 6'6" and 250 pounds, not a bit of it fat. He is a computer programmer who wrote a computer game in the mid-80's that was very successful. He started his own company shortly after that and is now a millionaire. He has ported that game and several other games to any operating system you can think of. He has a huge secluded house on the outskirts of town. He can indulge any lifestyle he wants. And indulge he does! He lives the BDSM lifestyle full time. He outfitted several of the rooms in his house for different kinds of BDSM play."

I paused and looked at Anne. She was listening and paying rapt attention. I continued. "He keeps several slaves in relative luxury and Zin is one of them. I don't know how he keeps order, but he does. Every couple of months he has a play party there for his D/s friends. You can indulge in any play or scene you want.”

“He usually has a theme to his parties such as a dungeon night, a slave auction, or something similar. One room has a huge authentic desert nomad's tent where he can play Sheik of Arabia. That's where Zin usually dances for his pleasure."

"He set Zin up with that studio of hers with the proviso that it had to make a profit after two years. It has and she still runs it and teaches belly dancing and her special classes there. When Zin or I tell him about you, he will want to have a party immediately, with you as the guest of honor. You are not ready for that, he would want you to scene with his guests. He knows that Diane went to Florida several months ago and that I have been without a slave or girlfriend for a long time. I have not been to one of his parties in a while. When I asked for a couple of hours of Zin's time, I think he figured that I wanted her for play or sex.

“From what Zin said, Lord Gerwald aroused her without letting her cum. He calls it 'warming her up'. When he has a party he has does that to all his slaves, to make sure his guests can find a willing partner. I would think that she was forbidden her release unless it was by me. Zin is a masochist who really gets off on pain. She wanted you to see her cum from being flogged. It's just a sample of what might happen at one of his parties. However, since you are new to this, she didn't want sex in the usual sense. I don't engage in sex that casually, all part of safe sex in the '90s". In fact, I won't have you without a condom until I get a negative medical report. There are rules at his parties, and they include no drugs of any kind, no alcohol. I have seen him physically throw people out if they break that rule. He follows the BDSM credo of safe, sane, and consensual. You can feel free there to engage in any play you want with any partner. But if a sub or slave says no, the Dom's or tops have to be prepared to accept it. I usually forbid my slaves to play with anyone I don't know. Did that answer your questions?" I asked.

Anne had been very quite as I had spoken. Very slowly she said "I think so. If you had sex with her today in front of me, I think I would have torn off this necklace and run home. I caught my last boyfriend doing that. We had an awful fight and I left him. What happens now? I mean, what are you going to do to me?" then a pause and she added, “Master.”

"Tonight, a small ritual, similar to what you saw of Diane's submission ceremony. What I did earlier and why I videotaped it was a bit of legal protection for you and me. The stuff I did with the electronics earlier was for the same thing. You were free of electronic bugs. I do electronic counter-surveillance for a PI and for private parties. Lord Gerwald is one of my clients. I had to know that you were doing this of your own volition.”

“One new submissive at one of Lord Gerwald's parties had a change of heart and caused us quite a bit of legal trouble. It was only videotape that saved us from a major lawsuit because it showed that it was consensual. The vice cops think they have found a hotbed of white slavers and are always trying to slip someone into his parties. If you were the police, or in the employ of the police, Zin would have sniffed that out in a minute. Tonight you begin your slavery in earnest."

Anne thought about that for a bit and finally said, "I had not thought of that. I mean in today's society, who would believe that someone would give herself to another person so completely as to consider themselves slaves? I don't believe what I have gotten myself into."

To that revelation I simply said, "If you want out, you know what to do."

She got quiet again and started toying with the necklace that was soldered closed around her lovely throat. A thousand thoughts must have gone through her head in the few minutes it took me to get to my house.

When we pulled into the garage, she looked at the garage entrance to my house and then looked at me like a deer caught in car headlights. Too scared to run, and too scared not to.

"If you enter now there is no turning back," I finally said. "If you want, I'll get your things and kiss you good-bye. Please tell me what you want."

She fell to her knees and started crying at point, "I don't know, I just don't know what to do." She gasped between sobs.

"I'll leave now. Knock on the door when you have made up your mind one way or the other. I can't compel you to make up your mind. You have to make this decision by yourself."

I entered my house and waited. I had pushed her too far today. I knew she could go either way. I sensed that she wanted this deep down but I had no way of knowing which path she might choose.

I wanted to be near the garage door so I could hear her knock, so I started puttering about the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher, picking up, cleaning the counters, and so on. After about ten minutes I heard a rather timid knock on the door.

When I opened the door, Anne was kneeling by the doorjamb. "Yes, Anne?" I asked.

She looked up at me teary-eyed and said, "This unworthy slave humbly asks her Master to carry her over the threshold into his house." Then she returned her gaze to the floor.

My grin was so wide it hurt my face. "Stand!" I said, making my words harsh as possible despite the jubilation I was feeling inside. When she stood I picked her up and shouted, "Yes, Yes, I will carry my slave over the threshold." and kissed and hugged her all the way to the bedroom, where I gently placed her on the bed without ever breaking that kiss. She melted in my arms, and, for the first time, I felt true submission from my accidental sub. There were no games, no hesitation, no regrets now, just a yielding armful of womanly flesh.

She opened her legs wide and I moved my free hand down to her crotch. As my fingers entered her I found her an aroused slave now, moist and hot. I caught a whiff of the intoxicating scent of an aroused female. I started playing with her clit and found it swimming in her own arousal. In moments she started to arch her back as I kissed her mouth deeply and fingered her now steaming cunt. I broke the kiss to look into her eyes for a moment and give a short command.

"Cum, Anne." I again felt a climaxing spasmodic slave in my arms, as she endured an intense orgasm. I stayed with her, letting her ride it out until her spasms ceased. I continued to hold her until her body completely relaxed.

By then my cock at this point was aching for relief. I turned and found a condom and exposed my cock and put it on. I mounted and entered the slave in one savage thrust. Because of her arousal I entered her easily. Her thighs were slick with her fluids.

Her eyes opened as I slid into her and she said, "Yes, Master, use this slave for your pleasure."

After only a minute or two I felt her climaxing again. This time she would cum with me, when I wanted her to. "You don't have permission to cum yet, slave." I grunted and watched her head roll back and forth throwing that silky blond hair around. In moments I felt the tingling in the back of my groin that announced my own orgasm. I was going to cum in less than a minute, and I just did not care. I wanted her to know herself used, taken without mercy or tenderness. I had not even bothered to undress her or myself. I had literally just thrown her skirt up and taken her.

A moment later I knew I was going to lose it. "Cum, slave," I shouted as I continued to pound her body with mine. Cum she did. I felt her vaginal walls shudder as my cock started to spew its seed. I collapsed on top of her a moment later as I felt my hardness start to break. I was out of breath and exhausted both physically and emotionally. The roller coaster of emotional highs and lows that day had been telling on both of us.

Anne's orgasm faded also. The room was ripe with the scent of sex, female arousal, male ejaculation and sweat, both mine and hers. When she had recovered her breath she studied me with a look that I could not describe: Awe, lust, satisfaction, contentment, I didn't know.

The sheets had a large wet area on them where she had secreted her cum on the bed. I slipped two fingers into that dripping pussy and worked them around bit, then pulled them out and held them to her nose.

"Do you know what that scent is?" I asked her.

She shook her head no.

"The greatest aphrodisiac of them all aroused submitted slave." Then I wiped off my fingers on her upper lip, just under her nose. She would not forget it soon. I finished drying my fingers on her hair.

I lay down beside her and gathered her in close. In moments she was asleep. I managed to dispose of the condom one-handed without disturbing her. Her body molded itself to mine. I thought about many things over the next few minutes. Her sexuality and mine mostly, and the combination of events that brought us together. Soon I drifted off to sleep also. Owning a slave can be exhausting work.

I woke in half-hour or so. The little nap had left me refreshed and I knew I was in my bed, but something was different. Then, I turned and saw her in my arms. Yes, I thought to myself, she is still here.

I eased myself out of bed and found my body complaining in several places. Anne was still asleep wearing a look of contentment on her face. Her clothes were rumpled and her skirt was pulled up about her hips. I spotted a stain where she had cum earlier in the afternoon. I would let her sleep a little longer while I set things up.

I moved the video camera into the living room and set a large throw pillow in the middle of the room in front of my favorite easy chair. After aiming and focusing the camera I put it in standby mode. The collar and cuffs were laid out in front of the pillow. Since she had watched Diane's tape, Anne would know what to do.

I then called Gerwald and talked to him for awhile. After explaining why I had needed Zin that afternoon, he congratulated me and wished me good luck. Together we devised a plan that would introduce Anne gently into this lifestyle.

If she went through with the submission ceremony, I would bring her to his house for a late dinner at about 8:00 P.M. There she could talk with his slaves and sort out any questions or feelings she might have. We would not play, it would just dinner among friends. We also agreed that everyone would be in normal dress. Gerwald normally kept his slaves nearly nude, but tonight he would change that for her visit.

He did however add the provision that they would be wearing their collars and Anne should wear hers. I made a point of requesting the collars be simple and plain.

Since Gerwald could afford to indulge his most eccentric whim, his slaves had gold plated "party collars" fitted with small alternating rubies and emeralds. I did not want my slave to feel inferior first thing.

At six, I gently woke Anne up. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me and said, "Hello Master." She stretched like a cat on a lazy summer afternoon and sat up. I told her to come with me to living room, when she saw the pillow and other items laid out on the floor she simply nodded and asked for ten minutes to use the bathroom and prepare herself. I nodded and let her go.