The Accidental Sub

by Crane, G. Stuart

  Zin walked behind her and in a second had removed her own dress. Then she continued her walk around Anne, poking and prodding her body here and there. As I had suspected, there was nothing under the dress but her body jewelry. Zin was also shaved, and had a ring in each nipple. A third ring glittered above her navel and I spied a fourth in her clitoral hood. The navel itself held a small red jewel, which was held in place by her amazing muscle tone.

  Anne's eyes went very wide when she saw Zin's nude form, but of course did not say anything. Anne's eyes stay fixed on the rings from the waist down.

  "My lord, shall I gaze into my crystal ball, or give you my assessment of her as a possible student?" Zin asked.

  Zin's ability to assess a woman with just a look was something magical. Her observations were so penetrating and clear the object of her inspection might as well have been made of glass.

  "I want to know all that you see, Zin." I said. "She is yours to do with as you please."

  Zin grinned impishly. "May I ask my lord what is the length of chain on her ankles?"

  I had to chuckle at that one. "Eighteen inches Zin, your preferred training length."

  Over the next twenty minutes, Zin had the slave stand on one foot then the other, bend from the waist in different directions and move her arms into many different positions. Many of them I knew as dance positions. In each position Zin laid her hands on the slave to feel the condition of a muscle group.

  Zin finished and told the slave to kneel, then came and knelt before me again. Zin said, 'Please my Lord, free the slave's ankles and put her legs in a wide, spreader bar. I will need her hands in handcuffs behind her. And please find me nipple clamps or loops.

  After releasing her legs, I went in search of the items requested. I had to find these items from different places in the house. The handcuffs were still on the bed. I found the nipple loops in the toy bag. The nipple loops consisted of about a foot of heavy gold chain, with a loop of golden cord attached at each end. The knot at each loop is a hangman's noose, but instead of thirteen turns around the core that is required for a "legal" hanging (which is why the number thirteen is considered unlucky), there were five. There was one turn around the center of the noose for each letter in the word “slave”. The spreader bar was a four-foot length of industrial angle iron, sturdy and heavy.

  When I returned to the living room, nothing had changed. Zin was looking at Anne with a very intense gaze. I put the items she requested on the floor then sat down in an easy chair to watch.

  Zin quickly handcuffed Anne's hands behind her back then walked in front her. She took the end of her long braided hair and started brushing Anne's nipples with it. Evidently they did not react quickly enough for her because after just a few seconds, she reached out and grabbed the nipples in both hands and started rolling them back and forth in her fingers. When the nipples were hard and erect enough to suit her, she put the loops on the nipples and savagely tightened them.

  She put the spreader bar on the floor behind Anne, then picked up the crop. "Spread your legs." she commanded and the slave complied. Zin used the crop on the insides of her thighs and once on Anne's cunt to guide and hurry her along.

  After Zin attached Anne's ankles to the spreader bar with the attached leather cuffs, she adjusted the spacing to her liking.

  Next she knelt in front of the slave and began to kiss and lick her sex. She stopped after a minute and looked at Anne's face, and then she bent her over at the waist. She went behind the slave and spread her ass cheeks apart and examined her rectum, then kissed her rectum and tried to work a finger up this opening. After a few seconds of this Zin released her ankles from the spreader bar and told her to kneel. She asked for the key to the handcuffs and released her hands then returned the key to me. She also had Anne put the robe back on.

  Zin then knelt beside Anne and said, "I have finished my assessment my lord."

  "Will you take her as a student?" I asked.

  "Please do not be angry with me my lord, but no, not right away. In one month, yes." She paused for several seconds, looking for a reaction from me, before she continued. "She is brand new to this scene and is not yet secure in her slavery. If she is still with you in a month, then yes, I will accept her. Her general condition is good. Her muscle tone is good but could use some improvement. Her balance is excellent and she has had some professional dance training or exercise training in the past. She is carrying a few extra pounds, but I know that you like a meaty slave."

  Zin had never turned me down before so she must have seen or sensed something in Anne that I did not. How she had discerned that Anne was new to this and was not yet comfortable with this lifestyle was beyond me.

  "What else can you tell me of the slave?" I asked.

  Zin smiled at that, "She has been married and had a child. She is new to this lifestyle but has thought about it a long time. She has been hurt emotionally and badly by some else in the last couple of years. She has never known the intimate touch of another woman. I suspect that I am the first. Her breasts are responsive but she likes them to be played with very hard and rough. Her asshole and mouth are virgin. She does not cum easily but will in time. She has the potential to become quite orgasmic. She has been whipped lightly today and for the first time. She will not admit that either she felt something or enjoyed it. She has never been exposed like this and is embarrassed by her and my nudity. She likes my body jewelry but will not admit it. She will come to want it in time if she is handled right. She will become comfortable with this but needs some time. Do not push her too fast, my Lord. That will be the quickest way to lose her. Close bonds and the spreader bar excite her. When I added the spreader bar her cunt dripped. That is all I could determine."

  This slave could always see what I could not. "Thank you, Zin, You are amazing." I finally said, then "How may I reward you?"

  Zin looked at me and then slowly turned her head to Anne. Her mind was always so delightfully wicked, but she was having a hard time making up her mind.

  Finally she faced me. "My master did not know what you wanted from me and cruelly aroused me before sending me here. He wanted to make sure I would be warmed for your pleasure. I have not had my release. I should ask for this slave to please me but it would complicate things between you and her. Instead I will ask that you whip me to orgasm in her presence.” Then she smiled and added “But I get to choose the whip. She should see this now before you bring her to party."

  She had made several good points. I told Anne to fetch the toy bag and had Zin choose. She chose another toy I had made. A sturdy cat-o-nine tails with very broad stiff leather tails. This would punish but not damage or mark a slave's body.

  I sent them both to the garage and chained Anne to the bench again. I had Anne kneel and told her to watch, then attended to Zin. First I reminded her that the house safe word was "Red".

  I cuffed her with the sturdy leather cuffs that were attached to each other by 8 inches of chain. Without any further prompting, she put the connecting chain of the cuffs on the winch hook. When I pressed the "up" button this time I raised Zin until she was just on her toes.

  I wrapped her long braid twice around her neck to get it out of my way. I knew that she had to leave soon; her special class would be starting at 5 and she would have to leave about 4. I did not have time for a long warm up.

  “This is your treat Zin, tell me what you want.” I had done this for her in the past and knew about what to expect.

  To this the answer was "Ass, overhand stroke." and I got behind her and started.

  After 12 or so strokes she said "Harder." I increased the tempo and strength. After about twenty strokes she hissed "My tits." I was in the middle of a stroke when she said this and had to follow through. I moved to her front and started a sidestroke, aimed to miss her face. After about three of these she just flat yelled at me "Cunt."

  I moved my aim to that part of her body knowing what was coming. On the third stroke, she parted her legs wide to give
me a clear shot at her sex, supporting all her weight with her arms. After landing a solid stroke there and I waited a second. At this point sweat covered as she was started to climax. I saw her belly start to ripple. "Another," she gasped and I landed one more solid blow to her sex.

  Her legs came down at this point and she started to shudder, her whole body seemed to be convulsing. I waited for a few seconds to let her ride out her orgasm. When I saw her eyes open again, I lowered her from the winch.

  After I freed her hands from the cuffs and attended to Zin's needs did I pay attention to Anne. She was still knelling where I had left her. Her eyes were very wide and glassy. She had one hand between her legs and had been caressing herself.

  She looked up at me and said, "I don't believe what I just saw."

  Zin and Anne were released and led back the living room. I had let Zin use my bathroom to wash up. Zin put her dress back on and knelt before me again. She put her head to the floor and said, "Thank you my lord that was wonderful. I must go now, but call me in a few weeks if she is still in your keeping."

  "Goodbye Zin, Thank you and thank your Master for me. As always, it's been fun."

  Zin rose and departed, leaving me with a very shocked and amazed slave.

  Chapter 3

  The Slave is Named

  After Zin closed the door, Anne just knelt there, wide eyed and confused. I gently urged I her to the couch. Twice now I had been warned, don't push too hard or too fast. Perhaps I had done that by allowing her to see Zin's reward, but it was not as if she had been the recipient of the reward.

  She needed time at this point sort out her thoughts and feelings and I intended to give her that. What she needed now was a return to normalcy. I got her a glass of iced tea and put it her hand, and urged her to sip her beverage for a little bit.

  When she looked up and really saw me, I asked "Anne, are you hungry?" She looked up at that and I saw part of the spell break.

  "Yes, I'm famished." she finally said.

  "Good, so am I. You will find your bag in the bedroom. Please change into something. We'll go out to late lunch."

  She went to the bedroom to change and I put my toys away. Then I went into the bedroom to change as well and found her in her casual dinner date outfit, adjusting her makeup back to normal. When she was finished, I dressed in slacks and a pullover shirt and took her by the hand to lead her to my car. I eased the car out of the garage and headed for Dallas.

  Her mood was still pensive. I finally broke the silence by taking her hand and squeezing it gently then and asked "Do you like Italian?"

  She finally looked at me, let out a long breath and said, "Yes I love it."

  I altered course a little and headed for a local neighborhood Italian restaurant - a favorite of mine then looked at her. I watched her surreptitiously as I drove. She still was lost in her own thoughts. After about ten minutes I saw she had returned to the present.

  I asked, "I'll bet you have questions about what you saw a little while ago."

  "Yes, lots of questions. I don't know where to start," she replied.

  As she replied, I was parking the car. "I'll answer any question you have after lunch but for now let's eat." Then I opened her door and escorted her into the restaurant. Since it was early on a Saturday, we were quickly shown a dark cozy corner booth and the waiter handed us menus.

  I was trying to keep the conversation light so I pointed her to a few of the house specials, and mentioned that the veal was always excellent here then asked her drink preference. Soon we both had two tall frosty glasses of tea and a basket of the house specialty rolls in front of us. We each took one of the rolls and continued our perusal of the menu.

  "Don't start your diet today," I finally said.

  Anne started to giggle. "So, you read minds also?" she asked.

  "No, but I thought you might be thinking about that. Monday is soon enough."

  The waiter materialized again, he took our orders, and the salads appeared shortly.

  Conversation just seems to go better in the company of good food, so I steered the conversation to her work, her life, anything but the events that she had witnessed that afternoon. I learned more about the travel agency business and her job. I asked questions and kept her talking. When we had finished our meals, I took care of the bill and tip and chatted a minute with the owner. We got back in my car and headed back to my house. She tensed up again as I pulled out of the parking lot and I knew she was thinking about the events of this afternoon.

  I had been very easy on her during dinner. I needed to know she had followed my instructions given earlier today. I put my hand on her knee and followed the contour of her leg under her skirt up to her crotch to her now bared sex. She was not wearing panties. Even in her shocked state from this afternoon she had instinctively followed my instructions. I took this clue as to her sexuality and her submissiveness; I smiled as I found this. I was very pleased with her progress and natural aptitude for this lifestyle.

  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. The
re 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.”