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Authors: G. Stuart Crane

The Accidental Sub (35 page)

 

"Did Susan ever open up to you?"

 

"Yes, Master, she did. It's a lot of small things but it comes down to the fact that she sought a lot attention from her Master, who has had business reversals lately and has been preoccupied. She thought being bad would get it. She pushed her limits too far and this was the result. She loves him deeply and was willing to take a week of this to keep him. He told her she would be dismissed if she did not. I wouldn't say we're friends, but we understand each other. She desperately wants to avoid another punishment by you. Her Master has never done what you did to introduce her to your house, and he prefers other punishments such as close chains and long-term suspension from a rope."

 

"Did she say anything about me?" I asked.

 

L.A. nodded her head. "She is scared of you and is dreading the next couple of days. She worked her butt off this week and is usually asleep before I can finish binding her to the bed. She hates that contraption of a chastity belt, which she is wearing right now, by the way."

 

I thought about this a moment. "I didn't make it to please her, only to keep her in accordance with the instructions of her Master. I may send her back to him wearing it."

 

Susan came into the living room. Imagine my surprise when she come in and was wearing a French maid's outfit. It was black, had a very low neckline, very short skirt, and little white apron, headband and wristlets. To completing the outfit, she was wearing black stockings and three-inch black pumps. When she came into the room she announced "Master, Mistress, dinner is served," then went back to the kitchen.

 

We sat down to a very good pot roast dinner. Susan served attentively. She filled our drinks, served the main course, and kept the water glasses full. I had to avoid eating too much as I had plans for L.A. later.

 

As soon as we finished, Susan began to clear the table and get the dishes done. She was already packed and would accompany me home when I left. Susan brought out a small dessert, and as I began to eat the pudding, I started to consider the pleasures I would extract from my slave that night.

 

I had not had the attention of my slave in several days and I wanted to see her cum again under my attentions. But I also wanted to satisfy my hunger for slave flesh. Mostly it was so that I wouldn't be tempted to use Susan during her stay.

 

As I looked at L.A, my lust must have filled my gaze because L.A. noticed and began to squirm a little. A thousand lascivious thoughts filled my head, including having Susan prepare her for me.

 

"Master, please?" I was unsure what she was asking but it did not matter. She was mine to do with as I pleased within the limits we had set. I rose from the table and went and kissed her again. Those warm lips and open mouth fused to mine, and I let my tongue invade her mouth and again felt her yielding to me with only a kiss. I broke the kiss for a second to hear her gasp for a breath. I think I had surprised her with the intensity of it.

 

"Susan!" I barked, and Susan hustled into the room. I looked at her for a bit just to watch her squirm. "You have done well this week. Your Mistress is pleased with your work." I let that hang there a moment. "I won't be as easy to please, so bear that in mind as you work on my house." I waited another moment or so then added, almost as an afterthought, "Strip." I waited a full three heartbeats before she began to move. The costume and shoes came off and she stood before me in the chastity belt.

 

"Susan, take your Mistress to the bedroom and prepare her for me. Disrobe her, touch up her makeup and hair. When she is nude, bind her to the bed. There should still be rope there for that. I want clothespins on her nipples. When that is finished, arouse her for me using your mouth. I want you to make her cum." I looked at L.A.. "You do not have the use of your hands until I tell you otherwise. Susan must do the work. Now take Susan to the bedroom with you. Susan, call me when she has cum. You are to wait by the bed as befits a low slave until I dismiss you."

 

They each had a priceless look of shock on her face. Neither of them moved. After waiting about five seconds, I looked at L.A. and said, "I can see you want to hang at the winch this weekend. Very well. Ten lashes. Do you want to add more to this?"

 

This got her attention and she rose so quickly from her chair that she almost knocked it over. "No, Master, I do not." She quickly left the room with Susan following closely behind her.

 

I finished my pudding and listened. I heard nothing at first then I heard low moans for about ten minutes then the unmistakable sound of a slave orgasm, and finally the sound of Susan calling, "Master, she is ready."

 

I went to the bedroom to find L.A. bound and sweating. Her pussy was wet and the sheets showed a wet spot between her legs. The room had the aroma of aroused slave but was different somehow.

 

When I got near the kneeling Susan the smell subtly changed. She was aroused also and her secretions were obvious under the chastity belt. Her odor was a little more pungent, sharper than L.A.'s. It might have something to do with the fact that she had been denied release for several days or that her juices had mixed with the leather that was bisecting her crotch. Between her heat and the wetness, the leather had been activated and released the tangy smell.

 

I motioned to Susan and she quickly jumped up and came within the circle of my space. I leaned over to her and whispered in her in ear, "Get dressed, finish the dishes, then get your bag ready and wait for me in the living room. If the phone rings, let the answering machine pick it up. Now go." She hustled out of the room without looking back. L.A. and I were now alone.

 

I looked down at my bound slave and my first thought was, what sloppy knots. They were holding her well but were not up to my standards for quick release. I slipped out of my clothes and lay alongside LA and began to warm her body with mine. I let one hand caress the length of her body. Her nipples were still clamped in the clothespins, her pussy wet, and her sex open. I began to tease her sex a little, working from her clit down to her open sex. I felt her arms and legs strain as I touched those secret places.

 

I reached to the clothespins and slowly released one then the other. As the blood returned to the nipples, I could see it caused her a little pain but they quickly stiffened.

 

She was more than ready to be taken and after putting on a condom, I entered her and not gently. I slipped in to the root of my cock, she was so moist "So, my slave, it seems that Susan prepared you well."

 

She did not say anything but turned her head to the side. I moved in and out a few more times, pounding her body with mine. "You came for me from another slave's attentions, didn't you?" When she did not answer me in a few seconds, I had to get very firm with her. "Speak slave, or suffer the consequences.”

 

She finally looked at me. "Yes, Master. I did cum. I've never done that with another woman," she said with a hint of trepidation.

 

I did not know whether she had been ready for this and I had pushed her a little into this first bi encounter. I had tried to make it as easy for her as possible. She was not an active participant in this scene I had created. This was being done at her Master's command. She had received pleasure but had not given it. This weekend, the month delay that Zin had placed on L.A. would be up. If she was accepted into Zin's dance school, she would be exposed to a lot. Several of the dances I had seen Zin's troupe perform had definite bisexual themes. I had hoped to prepare her for this to some degree with this very brief introduction.

 

"You fought your orgasm didn't you, even though I had commanded it?" I asked this while pounding her bound body with mine, long slow thrusts meant to punish her a little. My body was slapping her with enough force that her breasts were jiggling with each thrust. Her answer came between thrusts. "I don't know...why I resisted...it, Master...I have just...never cum from...a woman's touch....Forgive me, Master." She shook her head from side to side and I felt the walls of her vaginal tunnel spasming. I had not yet given my lovely slave permission to cum and she knew it. Still I continued to pound her body with mine. My climax was growing near and I was wondering whether would be able to hold off.

 

"I am not giving...this orgasm away....You must...beg for it," I got out in between thrusts.

 

I kept this up for another few seconds and before LA began to beg. "Your humble...slave...begs her Master...to let her cum.”

 

I went another thrust or two then said, "Yield, Slave. Deliver yourself to your me!"

 

She came with the same intensity as before, her body bucking and fighting the straps, her vaginal tunnel clamped and released several times on my cock, which took me to my release. We were both winded. I wanted to cool L.A. down. Her body had gone completely limp and she had her eyes closed as she enjoyed the aftereffects of her orgasms.

 

I released her and found a small towel and began to wipe her body down. I flipped her over and did the same for the other side. Between our sweat and secretions, the sheets were a damp mess. I was sure she would change the sheets tonight before retiring. I pampered her for a good ten minutes before she began to stir. When she looked up and smiled and I knew she was back in the present, I had her stand and dress. I told her to go and get Susan and make sure she was ready to leave and perhaps give her a few words of encouragement or suggestions.

 

After I dressed, I went to find the slaves. Both of them were at the kitchen table chatting quietly. When they saw me they started to get out of their chairs and kneel but I stopped them with a gesture and went to L.A. and kissed her goodbye. I motioned Susan to pick up her bag and to follow me.

 

I put Susan in the front passenger seat and she started to put on her seat belt. I stayed her hand and did that myself. After seat belting her in the car, I went back inside the garage. L.A. was waiting there to see us off. I very quickly took her into my arms again and gave her a deep kiss. I slipped a hand under her dress and inserted two fingers in her cunt.

 

"Rest, L.A.. You seem tired," I told her.

 

My lovely L.A. smiled and looked down. "A very satisfied kind of tired, Master," she said, then went into the house.

 

As I started the car to go home, I rubbed my wet fingers in Susan's hair. I wanted her to be reminded of what she had given up this week. Susan had a look on her face that can only be described as lost. I headed home to put a failed slave to work.

 

 

 

Chapter 14

School

 

About midway through the half-hour-long drive to my house, I noticed that Susan had fallen asleep. My lovely L.A. must have worked her harder than I had thought.

 

She woke up when I stopped the car. I motioned her out the car. I noticed her eyeing the winch affair that I had used during her introduction. I studied her body language. She was a very tired female. I led her to my
very cluttered spare/guest/storage room and showed her where she would be staying. I took her bag of meager possessions from her and tossed them into one corner. I pointed her to the bathroom and told her to shower and prepare for bed.

 

She just nodded and set about it. When I heard the shower stop then a few minutes later a hair blower start I went, and got the toy bag and prepared the spare bed. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later still nude but with a fresh scrubbed look, and I pointed her to bed and lightly bound her so she could not receive any self-satisfaction.

 

"You will find a list of things to do one the counter in the morning," I told her.

 

She replied while yawning, "Yes, Master." I turned off the lights.

 

This was an act of mercy and kindness on my part, but the simple fact was, I was tired also. I made a fairly extensive list then went to bed myself. Between work and satisfying my lustful slave I was exhausted. I set the alarm clock and that was it. I was asleep a minute later.

 

I got up the next morning at six, and went to Susan's room and unbound her limbs. I would wake her up in another hour to get her into the chastity belt. I made the coffee and got the newspaper and breakfast.

 

While I was eating and scanning the front page, Susan appeared. She knelt at the table and waited for my instructions. "Get up, Susan. Have some coffee and get what you want for breakfast.” After my shower I found Susan reading my list. The belt was on the table and the thong with key was about her neck. I modified her Master's instructions in one area.

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