The Accidental Sub (38 page)

I started the upload process, and then turned to find my slave watching me intently.

"Can I help or please you in some way, Master?" I heard her ask.

The upload process started and it was mostly automated. I would have to restart it but I need to make sure the process finished, I looked into that lovely face and told her to take out her Master's cock.

She did just that. Gently, lovingly, she exposed my erect cock and kissed it as it came into view. "Suck," I commanded and she began to do that. My attention to the computer became less and less as she began her task in earnest. Her skills in this area had improved markedly. My attention to the computer finally just broke and my world was centered on that blonde head and the sensations she was causing me.

The steady suction and her lively tongue brought to me the edge quickly. I wanted to enjoy this attention so I pushed her head away several times and gave myself a chance to calm down. I managed to push off my climax a good forty minutes.

She kept at her job, not wanting to fail me and, when I pulled her head in close and held it there, I noticed a little look of triumph on her face. She stayed put and didn't move. There was no hesitation on her part this time and I felt her swallowing my seed. The throat muscles were busy and I heard her breathing through her nose, trying not to break the suction she had established.

My hardness broke and she again just put her head on my lap like a contented pet. I was so exhausted I just lay back in my chair, my hand in her hair as I tried to catch my breath. I only came back to reality when my computer beeped at me to signal the upload had been completed.

With my free hand, I rebooted the remote equipment. My body refused to let go of her head that was placed so lovingly in my lap. I watched as everything went back to normal. I admit I had never enjoyed a reload of software more. I was sure that I would think about this every time I performed this procedure again in the future.

I called my field engineer. Told him to watch it awhile and call me if had problems, otherwise I didn't need to hear from him. L.A. had turned her head and was looking at me, waiting to be commanded.

My only comment to her was, "Where did you learn to do that?
Very well done."

She just smiled and said, “I have been eating a lot of Popsicle's, Master, and I did get some advice from Cathy and Bea.” She grinned with pure pleasure.

I looked at the clock and stood straight up. It was nearly four and I had to have L.A. to her class by five. I just had enough time and wondered how the afternoon had slipped by me so fast.

I went to the toy bag to try to find a leash, and then grabbed my checkbook while giving rapid-fire instructions to
L.A..

“Find your dress and get it on. Get your exercise bag together, get a towel from my linen closet and stick it in your bag. Use the restroom if you have to. Get a scarf around your collar for now.”

She began to run around and do these tasks, and rearrange her stuff from one bag to another while I was running in different directions. I stopped once and admired the view but otherwise kept getting ready to deliver her to class.

We got in the car perhaps twenty minutes later and I started making my way to Zin's studio. The Saturday night traffic wasn't too bad and I made it in plenty of time. I knew the location and the building well. It was in a small strip shopping center that was subdivided into smaller shops.

I had, at Gerwald's request, swept this place for listening devices in the past. I had found nothing there, and, because she was running fairly normal belly dancing classes, it would have been easy for the police to place an officer there as a student. All they would have seen was a normal dance studio with perhaps an exotic head instructor. She had hired a few of her top students as instructors and they did the majority of her normal classes.

She often, as part of her charitable contributions, offered a few free classes to organizations like "Fun ED" and the YWCA. A few of the students from those organizations enjoyed it so much that they were regular students now, enjoying this mode of dance and preferring it to an exercise class. I kept the audio system in good repair for her and had added a wireless microphone setup to the system about a year earlier at my cost.

The studio was set up with only a little business office that was open to the world. Zin had originally left the studio open to the entrance and the glass wall that faced the front of the shopping center, but this had caused problems with curious onlookers.

The actual studio was now separated from the storefront by a new wall. This area in front was used as the office area. At the appointed time I walked into studio with L.A. and after we were through the door to the dance studio, I stopped her. I removed the scarf around her neck and attached the leash to her collar.

The studio was very typical of a dance or ballet studio. It had two walls completely covered in mirrors. The walls had bars attached at different heights for stretching exercises. The floor was hardwood rather than carpet or cement. In the back was the bathroom/shower/locker facility.

When I entered, Zin was kneeling in the middle of the studio and the "Special Students" were kneeling along one of the mirrored walls. The first thing I noticed was the lack of conversation. The students were in the "display position" kneeling back on heels, backs straight, breasts thrust out, knees close together and, hands on thighs with palms exposed and open. The clothing varied, but mostly it was tights and leotards. The students did not utter a word when I entered. Zin smiled at me and said, "Enter, my Lord, and have the slave kneel beside me. I am waiting on another Master, so please have patience."

I nodded and led L.A. on the leash to her place, then stood there and began to admire the slaves. The only thing common to their clothing was that each had something around her neck.

Another man entered about a few moments later with his slave also on a leash. I knew him from Gerwald's parties. He looked at me and smiled at my slave on the leash. He then led his slave to Zin and pointed at the floor to a spot near L.A.. The new slave knelt without any prompting.

Zin touched her head to the floor, got back into her kneeling position, then looked at me. "Master G, you have requested that I train your slave in the arts of slave dance. Do I have clothing and discipline rights over the slave?"

I looked at Zin then at L.A.. "Yes, Zin, you have clothing and discipline rights over the slave. She is yours to train." Zin looked at L.A. and then held out her hand and I handed over the leash. After accepting the leash she looked at the other Master. She again touched her head to the floor and looked at the other Master.

"Master Samos, you have requested that I train your slave in the arts of slave dance. Do I have clothing and discipline rights over the slave?" she repeated.

He looked down at his slave and stated, "Yes, Zin, you have those rights over the slave. Beat her well if she does not obey you instantly." He handed her the leash. "She displeased me today and I stripped her of her name. Call her what you will."

Zin frowned at this but said, "Yes, Sir."

She again touched her head to the floor and then knelt back upright. "Masters, please pick the slaves up in two hours. Please leave now so I may begin my work"

We both turned and headed for the door. As I was about halfway to the door, I heard Zin clap her hands twice. At that signal, all the slaves that were kneeling in line put their heads to the floor with arms out stretched in front of them. As I left the room I heard Zin begin her introductory speech.

"I am Zin, your Mistress and teacher. You are slaves who have been given into my keeping to train." The rest of it trailed off as I left the room.

Outside of the studio I shook hands with Master Samos and introduced myself. We chatted for a few minutes and he knew who I was and what I did for Gerwald. He was a civil/divorce lawyer and was getting ready to go into a messy divorce case. He asked if he could employ me for some security/counter-surveillance work and invited me to a small restaurant for coffee at a nearby café to talk about it.

I knew we both had some time to kill and accepted his invitation. What changes I would see in L.A. I did not know. But under Zin's tutelage, change was certain.

Chapter 15

Something Exotic Slips Away.

After chatting with Samos (for his scene name, he explained, he had taken the name of a Greek Island where he loved to vacation) and hearing what he wanted me to do, I agreed to take the job. I'm careful about taking on jobs such as the one he described.

We talked about money and he had talked to
Gerwald on this and knew my fee for this. He agreed to draw up the necessary releases to avoid conflicts. After I had agreed to take on the work and we had ironed out the details, our conversation turned to the slaves whom we had turned over to Zin. Samos' reasons for this were a little fuzzy, but when does the Master have to have or state a reason? Any whim of passing fancy would do. I explained that in my case, my slave was relatively new to the D/s scene and I was sure that the dance class twice a week and the company of other slaves would teach her more than I could impart in a year. She was in the care of a stern but fair Mistress, who would not take any nonsense from her charges. If a particular student gave her trouble, a quick call to the slave's Master usually brought her back to class a chastised and humble slave.

We parted company and I still had an hour to kill. I got my groceries and returned. I waited in the parking lot and began to see a few other cars arriving. Many Masters who have students in the special class do this. It's another way to keep the female feeling enslaved. If she has no transportation, she can't just voluntarily leave.

The students came out a few minutes after seven and began to drift to cars. I was standing outside mine and saw L.A. immediately. She spotted me and walked up to me and kissed me very deeply, and then I put her in the car, belted her in, and put her bag in the back.

The trip home was very quiet. I noticed L.A. making intricate movements first with one hand and then with the other, obviously practicing something she'd learned in class.

About halfway home I broke the silence. "Did you enjoy your class? Tell me what you can." This was part of the agreement when
Zin took a special student. The Masters were not allowed in her studio under any circumstances (with the exception of formally turning over control of the slave for the period of the class) or would require the slaves to answer any questions about the class.

L.A. smiled then said, "Yes, Master. Zin is a great teacher. I am going to be hurting in the morning. I used muscles I didn't know I had. It was great exercise. Knowing that I will have to go and keep this up is a huge turn-on for me"

It was my turn to smile. "Did you make any friends?" She thought about that a few seconds. "Yes, Master, there were two there with whom I exchanged phone numbers. I'm sure we will be talking about many things soon. We had met before, at Lord Gerwald's party."

This tickled me. I remembered once overhearing two slaves at Gerwald's house. One of them made the statement that "The Master's don't need to know everything!" They seemed to have the need to keep a few secrets from us. If one has developed a secret technique to help please her Master, she might share it for a price, usually in exchange for a similar secret or a small favor such as doing a bit of an assignment. By letting them have this little bit of secrecy, and letting them exchange things, one usually got a better slave out of the process.

I then began to give her instructions on how we would handle the remaining classes. “On Wednesdays you will drive yourself to and from class. I'll check on you afterward by phone. On Saturdays I'll take you and pick you up. Remember that Zin calls all of the Masters of her students on a monthly basis and gives us a progress report. She also makes arrangements for payment for the classes and I'll be taking care of that.”

"She told us this, Master," she finally said. "I'll work hard and learn all that I can. Soon I will be able to dance for you. I hope that next week I will be able to go through the class without feeling Zin's switch!"

I put my hand on her leg and let it follow the inside of her thigh up to her pussy. She was sodden.

Never had I felt her so wet. This was having the desired effect; her slavery was now asserting itself in a tangible form. I pulled her dress up past her ass and left her pussy open and exposed. The car interior was soon filled with the wild aroma of aroused slave. It was having an effect on me and I was having a hard time driving.