The Accidental Sub (16 page)

She was nearly naked, hung and spread. I reached to the knot on her skirt and casually pulled it loose. Then I caught the skirt before it hit the dirty garage floor. It joined the other clothes on the chair. I soon had my scarf out and was checking her body. She passed this time. Her pubes as well as arms and legs were very smooth, quite pleasant to the touch.

"I see you did not want another punishment!" I said touching her cunt. I moved my hand back and forth, waiting to feel if she would get moist for me. She did and in just a few seconds. Only then did I lower the winch.

After cutting her ankles loose and unlocking the cuffs, I told her to get her collar and go to my bed. No need to deny myself this time. I would take her now. She got her collar and ran into the house.

I was just a minute behind her. I picked up her clothes and put up the spreader bar and raised the winch. When I got to my bedroom she was in the middle of the bed in the standard kneeling position. And much to my surprise, she had put on and buckled her collar. Again I reached for her and held her head in both hands looking into her eyes deeply. "You are beautiful, but you are mine, undress your master."

She performed this task a little clumsily but soon I was naked and had a monster erection. I had her find a condom in the bedside table and put it on me as well. This task was done with such intensity that I had to believe that she had never done this before. She puzzled over the package trying to get it open and then how to put it on me.

I took her and with all of the force of my built-up desire. I had denied myself for so long that I had to relieve myself and what better way than on a naked, made-up and freshly shaved slave's body. She came as soon as I entered her and my relief was only seconds behind. I did regret a little not being able to postpone my orgasm but she was enjoying hers as I withdrew. I did take time to caresses and cool her down and in doing so got myself under control. I got her and myself dressed then out the door again to get what shopping done I had in mind.

Our first stop was back at the mall to Erotic Apparel. This time as soon as we walked in the door, the owner met us we were shown to that large fitting room. Once the three of us were inside, I had L.A. strip again.

Donna ignored L.A. and spoke directly to me. "Do you want her bound for this?" she asked.

When I replied "Yes." she produced from a locked box in the corner a set of padded cuffs with attached chains. I quickly attached these to her wrists and attached to the eyebolts.

"How would you like her adorned?" This started a discussion and I outlined my needs. I wanted five more bras for her, twelve panties as tiny as she had and a lace up corset and three garter belts. She nodded approval at most of this and again measured my slave. She left us then and I looked at L.A..

She finally found her voice and asked, "Master why so many?"

"Simple, I am buying these for me. If I decide to cut or rip them your body, I can this way, they are mine, not yours and you will need enough for the week. You will go to work knowing that your most intimate clothes are not yours. The corset you will be wearing out of the store today. I can keep you in bondage all day that way."

My lovely slave flushed at that and gave me a very soft “Yes Master.”

Donna was back with the bras and panties a few minutes later. Then she again made some more measurements. This time she measured at the waist, hips and just slightly below her bust and a few places in between.

Donna smiled “I have several that might work, but how much do you want to compress her waist?”

"Two inch minimum for now." I told her and she left. She was back again a minute or so later with a white one and lay up against her body. "Should work," Donna stated.

Then she wrapped it around her L.A. and started to lace it closed. After the first pass on the laces she looked at me smiling and I grinned at Donna, "Tighter."

When she worked and pulled on the laces second time I heard L.A. gasp but she said nothing. Her figure had been transformed and her waist was smaller and her bust seemed to swell. Again she looked at me with a look of shock on her face.

"That's enough for now.” I told Donna, “Cut off the tags and let me purchase these."

She cut off the tag from the corset and picked up the other items. We both left, leaving her there bound and half-naked while I went to pay for the items. At the counter Donna rang up my sales and took my credit card.

While it was processing she looked at me and asked "A novice?"

When I nodded yes she smiled then said "I was wondering why you were so easy on her." Then her machine beeped and started printing the chit. After I signed it, I went back to L.A. and unbound her and had her dress. She was moving slower than before. The newness of the sensation of wearing a corset would take some time to get used to.

As we left the mall, I was watching her. The corset had caused a marked improvement in her posture and carriage. She was walking tall and seemed to enjoy the walk to the car. The new clothes were placed in my car and we headed to my house. I had one final stop to make, and she was about to make a most erotic trip through the grocery store.

I explained that as we went through the store, I would touch products in the store, and then touch her body as to where I might use the product on her body. I would save the best until last I would temporarily avoid the produce section.

As I picked up the groceries, we strolled through all the aisles, not missing one. In laundry I pointed out clothespins and mousetraps and touched her breasts. In hardware I picked up sandpaper, and patted her bottom. I also pointed out they had a large selection of rope and locks. In pet food, I looked hard at the pet collars, then her neck and just shook my head no, I made better stuff. In the toy aisle, I got a small red rubber ball, and then touched her mouth.

After getting most of my other staples, we went to the pharmacy. Here I sent her on a mission. She was to pick out two large boxes of condoms, and a large tube of KY jelly, and, if she find could one, a sleep mask to serve as a blindfold. When she got back she was blushing. She had not found a sleep mask but had found the elastic single eye patches and had picked up two. Once again an intelligent and imaginative sub is something wonderful. I would not have thought of that. I also got a selection of adhesive tape and a large elastic bandage as well as enough supplies to fill out my car RON kit.

When we got to produce I had to smile. She had no idea what was in store for her. First I got a bag of carrots, and then touched her bottom. I then got some small cucumbers and a couple of summer squash. When no one was looking I touched her crotch. The blush on her face seemed to get deeper and spread to her neck and arms. A trip to the supermarket would never be the same for her.

Chapter 7

Training

When we got in the check-out line in the store, I realized that I had neglected the hygienic needs of my accidental sub. I moved the basket out of the line and headed back to the pharmacy again. When we were a few steps away from the crowd, I explained to LA L.A. what I wanted.

First I instructed her to find her brand of tampons or pads, and then to select whatever brand of shampoo and conditioner she used as well as her favorite bath soap. I was afraid that my typical deodorant bath soap was a little strong for her, and I have to admit, I did not want her smelling "like one of the guys".

She found and placed these items in the basket. I could have sworn her blush had gotten deeper. I had picked up a small package of disposable razors for my RON kit, but then had her pick up a razor for herself along with other sundries. I also found a bottle of mineral oil and alcohol and two prepackaged enemas.

We made a detour to the cosmetics aisle. Here I chose a few things for her. A darker lipstick than she was used to, as well as a darker, heavier eye shadow. Then, I had her pick out a selection of her normal cosmetics. My reason for this was simple; soon she would be spending entire weekends, not just one night at my place, and, I hoped, occasional weeknights. I wanted her to be able make herself up for a normal workday. Later I had in mind a makeover at a large department store where I would be selecting the items.

The store also had a small perfume display. I had LA sample and display one for me. To me, the whole act of applying and displaying a perfume symbolizes submissiveness: the perfume is touched to the wrist evenly distributed. The wrist is extended palm up and outward. This raises the line of the breasts nicely. The extended wrist is taken to the nose for a sample of the olfactory pleasures.

The whole action and display offers the sub to the Dom. I love to watch the sub's eyes in the process. If they close or turn downward to the floor during this act, you have a natural submissive. L.A.'s eyes were cast downward to the floor.

When we finally returned to the
check out, L.A. stood behind the basket while I checked out and paid, as if she was trying to distance herself. Only she and I knew the erotic potential of the items in the basket. It was a question of context. The items individually meant nothing in a normal situation.

She blushed throughout the entire process of scanning and paying for the groceries.
The teenage lad who was checking us out kept stealing glances at my lovely slave. I also noticed two more teenage boys, bag boys, evidently make a bee line for our check-out lane. The one who got there first had a smug look of victory on his face.

After I opened the back of my Trooper, I opened the door for L.A. and seated her. Then as had become my habit, I seat belted her in. I just loved getting her in my restraints. I watched the bag boy linger a moment and watch then start pushing the basket back to the store. If L.A. was catching the attention of horny teenagers, she was looking good.

When we were midway to my house, the blush finally started to fade. After a few minutes of silence I asked, “Is there a problem, my slave?”

"No master,” she said, “but I had a hard time getting all of those feminine products at once. I never get more than a couple at a time from any one store. I still don't know how you are going to use all those things on me."

That made me chuckle. "A little at a time, my lovely L.A.. Up to this point I have only taken you in one place. By the time I turn you over to Zin, you will have pleasured your Master in many ways. There are two other places I could take you, three if I include your breasts."

The color suddenly returned to her checks. Once I was inside putting away the groceries, I told L.A. to go back to the car and get the lingerie I had purchased for her and put it with her overnight bag. When she returned I began to kiss her again.

"Remove the blouse and skirt," I commanded, and she stripped down to the corset. It was not a true Victorian corset with three sets of laces and steel or whalebone stays, but a more modern version that Madonna might wear on stage, more of a bustier with a built in demi-bra.

This corset did not have a nether closure of any kind. LA was bare from slightly below the hips down. Binding her to the eyebolts in the store had been a small mercy from me. It had helped her to maintain her balance while this had been laced up. The second time through tightening the laces had taken her breath away.

I had her go to the mirror and study herself. Her figure had improved in this high fashion bondage device and as I watched her look at herself in the mirror, she ran her hands up and down the sides of her body, not believing the change. With her smaller waist, swelling bust, and shaved pussy, she looked quite hot. I stepped behind her and put my hands on her waist.

I looked at her face in the mirror. "Do you like what you see?" I said in a low voice next to her ear.

She smiled and kept her eyes on her reflection. "I haven't looked this good since high school Master!" she finally said.

"You look good to me regardless," I said. "With this, I can keep you in bondage all day long and no one but you and I would the wiser. Feel it, the snugness, the feeling against your skin. Is this something you would have chosen for yourself?"

"No, Master, I never would have picked this,” she finally said.

"Who put you in this?" I asked.

"My Master," she said.