The Accidental Sub

by Crane, G. Stuart

  I keep rabbit skins in the toy bag for rubdowns. Just the feel of fur next to bare skin is quite sensuous to some. I got these out and started giving her a through massage using a rabbit skin for each hand. With the fur of the skins reducing friction I need no massage oil. After a few minutes she went completely limp and relaxed under my touch.

  The formula for giving a massage is simple. Work from the extremities towards the heart. When muscles tense they constrict the capillaries. By massaging the muscles, it relaxes them and they loosen their hold on capillaries. This allows venous blood (return blood) to be returned to the heart and lungs for oxygen. If this is understood, the after care of a sub becomes simple and sensuous.

  I was exploring my slave. Soon I would know her better than she knew herself. I was looking for moles, scars, pimples, evidence of surgery, all the while checking her body for reactions to my touch. I looked for muscle tone and skin color. After finishing her back, I had her turn over and did the same thing for the front. I did however save her breasts for last.

  Prior to massaging them, I did a complete breast exam looking for lumps. After finding nothing out of the ordinary, I ran the fur over them and watched her body's reactions to this stimulation. Soon her nipples were quite hard again but otherwise she was still mellowed out by my attentions.

  As I was finished was finishing her massage I leaned close to one ear and said. “Describe the orgasm if you can.”

  "Intense master, I have never felt so open, so exposed, so helpless. You kept me on the edge for what seemed like an hour. I have never cum that hard or that long before. Once you let me cum I could not stop shaking." She replied.

  I smiled at this, "For your first slave orgasm, it was acceptable. Do you begin to see the attraction for this lifestyle?"

  To this she smiled faintly "Yes Master."

  "I noticed a small surgical scar on the side of your belly, what was that?" I asked.

  "Appendicitis operation Master." she replied.

  "What about the small scars on your knees?" I asked touching them.

  "Bicycle accident when I was very young. Nobody has ever noticed them before." She answered.

  "And the tiny scar on your left hand, what was that from?” I asked while continuing to caress her.

  "Cutting up chicken for my mother when I was a youngster, I slipped with a knife." She replied.

  "As I said, I will know my slave, every inch of you from that gray hair on your head down to your chipped little toenail. You are property now. Something to cherished and cared for. All right, a bit housekeeping! First, from this moment on, you are not allowed bra, panties, or panty hose. Stockings and garters are the rule. Clothing that has nether closures such as slacks are forbidden. I will expect skirts or a dress full-time from now on. I expect to be able to meet you for lunch at any time from now on and be able to touch my shaved pussy instantly. Length of the skirt is up to you. Tampon if you require it. Did Diane explain these things to you? Do you understand?" I asked.

  "Most of it Master, I am sure I will have questions but they will work out as time goes by. She said swimsuits were an exception, but you usually require as tiny a two piece suit as I can get by with. I do have one question now, Master?" She said.

  "What would that be?" I asked.

  "Am I permitted a bra at work?" she asked, her voice trembled a little but she continued, "Diane said that you would have to decide about that."

  I had to think about one; Diane was much smaller than Anne was, and she could go without a bra most any time and get away with it. I got up from the bed and got one of my tee shirts from the dresser and tossed it to her. “Put it on,” I said.

  When she had this done I said, “Walk the length of your chain and return. Continue until I tell you to stop.”

  She walked to the bathroom and came back. I only had to watch for a second. Her body movement was very pronounced. The nipples literally poked through the fabric. The breasts jiggled and swayed with every step. It was however, quite enjoyable to watch. She completed three of these circuits before I told her to stop. "Take off the shirt and continue." I finally told her. She removed the shirt and continued her loop to bathroom and back making the chains jangle.

  "To the bed as you were." She went back to the bed and returned to same position, as she had been when she left. She looked at me with a very concerned look awaiting my decision.

  I said, "For you the lack of a bra is very obvious and would break my rule of a plain vanilla exterior. If you showed up at work without one, it would start talk. A bra is permitted except in my presence or at those times and persons I may specify." She visibly relaxed at that and I again began my massage.

  "But I do expect your bras to be something a little more exotic from now on,” I commented.

  I continued my ministrations to her body, touching and caressing, then I said, "You do realize that as of right now, Diane is your mistress don't you? She continues to be first slave even though she is separated from me by distance. Obey her as you would me."

  Anne looked at me and said, "I know that Master. We talked about that. Our talks covered a lot of things."

  With that I picked up the phone and called Diane. She picked up on the first ring. After I said Hello, she almost yelled at me. "OK Master give, did you accept her?"

  I laughed and said, "Yes, but remember your deference. She is here now and I want you to talk to her."

  I handed the phone to Anne and then left the bed to pick up a few things. Hearing only one side of the conversation of course left many gaps. What I heard was.

  “Yes, Mistress, I am wearing his collar.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Yes Mistress.”

  “No Mistress.”

  As they talked I continued the massage. Finally I heard "Yes Mistress, here is the Master.” And Anne handed me the phone.

  "What do think of her, Mistress-of-my-harem?” I asked Dianne.

  "I think she will make you a good companion and sub. Just remember to treat her gently at first, Master, but don't let her get away with anything." Diane replied.

  "Speaking of that, you ordered her not to trim her bush did you?" There was a rather long pause and finally she said, "Forgive me for that, Master, but she was so anxious to please the other night, I felt that she might rob you of that pleasure. I had her read your instructions over the phone and had her follow them to the letter, nothing more, nothing less. I finally ordered her in your name not to touch anything else." Her voice had gone soft during this confession and then she waited.

  "As always my pet you have looked after my interests, and I might add you have done a fine job of doing her initial training. I have had to explain very little." My praise of her was well deserved.

  "Thank you Master," she gushed. Then she added "Master may I beg a favor and see her, I got the computer camera hooked up and working the other day. The second phone line is in and working on the computer."

  This request caught me a little by surprise, but I felt it worth the effort. "Yes, you may ask that, and I will grant that request. But as always when you present yourself to me, how must you be clothed?"

  "I must be naked and kneeling Master." she said promptly.

  "Then do it, Diane. In front of your computer," I replied.

  After exchanging some address information, I went to my computer and selected the necessary instructions. The computer to computer connection was made in a minute or two, and an image of Diane, kneeling and nude appeared on the screen. This technology was marvelous, I thought. The camera captures several picture frames every second and sends it to the receiving party. The pictures are small to save on bandwidth, but it is more or less real time slow video depending on the speed of your connection and computer.

  I unlocked Anne's chain and led her to the corner of the room that held my computer equipment, and had her kneel in front of the computer. After securing the chain, I placed her at ab
out the same distance and position as Diane, then hit the speaker button on the phone near the computer.

  "Remember that Diane is your Mistress. Obey her!" I said before stepping back.

  I could now hear and watch everything. The first thing I heard Diane say was "Master, she is beautiful!" I wished the computer camera was color and high resolution. Anne blushed from her hair to her belly.

  Although I had not told Anne what was going on, she had already figured out that this was two-way video. The "local" screen window I had opened showed her nude and recently shaved image.

  She replied to the "remote" image, "Thank you, Mistress, you are lovely also."

  Diane spoke again to ask, "Master, may I position her?"

  "Yes," I replied, and as I watched, Diane started giving Anne instructions and both of began going through various slave positions. It's one thing to tell someone about a position, and another thing to see it. In moments Diane had once again taken the lead and was training Anne for me. It was rather like watching a nude Tai Chi exercise.

  At one point in our relationship Diane had won a contest at a fetish event that can best be described as a "Slave's Simon Says." The difference being that and the children's game was that losing in this game, meant your punishment was more than just losing the game. As the game progressed, the punishment increased. Diane had developed a "routine" of positions such that one position simply flowed into the next. She was doing this now with Anne.

  I was watching them both as Diane's voice lead Anne through the routine I remembered so well. The commands, "leash," "position," "kneel," "crouch," "fingers and toes," "binding position," and so on were coming over the speaker and both of them were assuming these positions. Anne followed this as best she could even though the video was slow and jerky.

  After it was over I re-chained Anne to the bed and switched off the speaker. I had the receiver and Diane again cautioned me.

  “Please Master, take it slow. You will not want to lose this one!” Then and as befitted her status, she tactfully suggested that I avoid certain activities. After she signed off I went back to the bed. The time was getting away from me and I would have a visitor soon.

  I reached down and pinched the side of Anne's belly "You are going to lose these love handles slowly and with exercise. I don't want you to go on a wild diet but start watching what you eat. Do you know how to belly dance?"

  "No Master!" she replied in a cry. Her whole body stiffened as I asked this.

  "A slave I know runs a dance studio and teaches belly dancing. She will be here in a bit to assess you. If she accepts you as a student, you will take lessons from her. She has a special class unknown to most, just for slaves or submissive women. I assure you, it is excellent exercise. If she accepts you as a student, she will be one of the ones I specify. You will dance and practice in any mode of dress she commands. The classes are usually very late in the weekdays and on the weekends."

  Anne looked at me very wide eyed at that.

  "The instructor will be here at 2:00, to do her assessment." Anne's shocked look, made me think that this had not come up in the conversations between the slaves. "Did Diane talk to you about this?" I asked.

  "No Master, she did not." She still looked shocked.

  I studied her a bit, and said "I need some housework done and I have some leather work to finish in the garage."

  After I made a quick trip to the garage to get her overnight bag, I unlocked her chain from the bed and tossed her the robe from her bag. After she put this on I locked her ankles together with a short piece of chain and set her to vacuuming the house. I had to finish her collar and cuff set.

  Chapter 2

  The Assessment

  When I heard the vacuum cleaner running, I slipped into my garage workshop. With Anne's measurements in hand I could finish the collar and cuff set I had started.

  There are times when I think I keep the local Tandy Leather store in business. This set was simple black leather, and nearly completed. All that was left to do was to trim them to length and punch holes in the belt part of the collar and cuffs. When I completed this, I set them aside and started to sketch a more ornate set with her name and status hand-tooled and stamped in the collar.

  I had gotten started in leatherwork in the Boy Scouts decades earlier. When a friend who raised show dogs had needed matching collars for his prize Japanese Chins and their puppies for a show, I manufactured them.

  I had gained a bit of a reputation with the show dog and equestrian bunch as well as the fetish scene. I take pride in my work and have been able to match and repair most anything leather.

  I took the completed set into the room Anne was vacuuming and watched a few moments. She was doing a good job but working slowly because of the hobble chain on her ankles. I had her stop and go into the living room and kneel. I was expecting my guest at any moment. I had her slip on her robe and belt it.

  At 2:00 the doorbell rang; as I'd expected, Ziniadia was exactly on time. She was an exotic creature of Asian and Turkish descent. She had long silky coal-black hair in a single braid down past her knees and tan dusky skin. Her face had a slight Oriental cast. She was wearing a short floral print dress, and I was sure, nothing underneath. Ziniadia's story is an interesting one. Her master had sent her to a belly dancing school for a flaw (real or perceived, we still don't know) in her grace and carriage.

  With her Turkish blood she had excelled in this mode of dance. Her teacher had a private troupe that entertained for a fee at parties and private showings. After only a couple of months the instructor invited Zin to dance with this troupe. After a year her teacher admitted that she could teach her no more and with the permission of her Master, Zin opened her own studio. Her abdominal muscle control was what legends are made of.

  At one party on a bet from her Master, I had watched her lie down on her back, walk and flip a silver dollar coin across her belly twice. It was rumored that her vaginal muscle control was just as toned and talented as her belly.

  After the door was closed, Zin knelt in front of me and said, "My Master has put me at your disposal. What is your desire my Lord? How may Zin please you?"

  "Rise, Zin. What has your Master told you of this request?"

  "Nothing my lord, only that I was to report at here at 2:00 and follow your instructions. It has been a long time for you. I had hoped that you had finally come to your senses and requested the intimate services of a slave." She replied. "I am yours completely until 4:00 this afternoon."

  After she got to her feet, I pointed to Anne. "I need your assessment of a slave. I would like to put her in your special class."

  She looked from Anne and me. I think that I detected a frown of disappointment on her face. "You know my requirements for this. I must have clothing and switch rights over the slave. Also remember that the Masters are not allowed in my studio under any circumstances, or are they to require the slaves to answer any questions about my class!"

  Those of us who had had slaves in this class often wondered about this last condition. No one but the slaves and Zin knew what really happened in that studio from 5 to 7 Wednesday and Saturday evenings. I only knew that after a month of two of Zin's instruction, even a timid slave soon turned into a dream of beauty and pleasure.

  "If you will accept her as your student of yours that is understood. You have those rights now." I motioned Anne to the center of the floor. "Please look the slave over. Her name for now is Anne; I have yet to give her a slave name."

  Zin looked at her for a several moments then looked at me. "I will need a switch." she said, and then she knelt beside Anne. I went and found a lightweight riding-crop, and placed it in Zin's hand.

  I knew she was waiting for me to instruct the slave. "Slave, this is Zin, your instructor and Mistress. You will obey her as you would me. She has clothing and switch rights over you."

  Once that formality was out of the way, Zin was free to work. She would not think of ordering another slave around without that explicit
permission. Her studio was of course another matter and that might be one of the reasons the Masters and owners were not allowed in. She was absolute Mistress there.

  Zin stood and lifted Anne's chin with the crop tip, until she was looking at Zin. "I am also a slave, but for now I am your Mistress and teacher. Listen to me and obey instantly and I will not have to use this." To demonstrate cut the crop through the air, making a vicious sound.

  "Do not talk. Stand and remove your clothing, please." Zin commanded. Anne blushed at this but slipped the robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Zin walked from one side to the other, then said, "Hands behind your neck with fingers interlaced, please." Anne tried to comply, but this time Anne did move quickly enough, Zin laid a cut of the crop across Anne's bottom.