“One new submissive at one of Lord Gerwald's parties had a change of heart and caused us quite a bit of legal trouble. It was only videotape that saved us from a major lawsuit because it showed that it was consensual. The vice cops think they have found a hotbed of white slavers and are always trying to slip someone into his parties. If you were the police, or in the employ of the police, Zin would have sniffed that out in a minute. Tonight you begin your slavery in earnest."
Anne thought about that for a bit and finally said, "I had not thought of that. I mean in today's society, who would believe that someone would give herself to another person so completely as to consider themselves slaves? I don't believe what I have gotten myself into."
To that revelation I simply said, "If you want out, you know what to do."
She got quiet again and started toying with the necklace that was soldered closed around her lovely throat. A thousand thoughts must have gone through her head in the few minutes it took me to get to my house.
When we pulled into the garage, she looked at the garage entrance to my house and then looked at me like a deer caught in car headlights. Too scared to run, and too scared not to.
"If you enter now there is no turning back," I finally said. "If you want, I'll get your things and kiss you good-bye. Please tell me what you want."
She fell to her knees and started crying at point, "I don't know, I just don't know what to do." She gasped between sobs.
"I'll leave now. Knock on the door when you have made up your mind one way or the other. I can't compel you to make up your mind. You have to make this decision by yourself."
I entered my house and waited. I had pushed her too far today. I knew she could go either way. I sensed that she wanted this deep down but I had no way of knowing which path she might choose.
I wanted to be near the garage door so I could hear her knock, so I started puttering about the kitchen, putting dishes in the dishwasher, picking up, cleaning the counters, and so on. After about ten minutes I heard a rather timid knock on the door.
When I opened the door, Anne was kneeling by the doorjamb. "Yes, Anne?" I asked.
She looked up at me teary-eyed and said, "This unworthy slave humbly asks her Master to carry her over the threshold into his house." Then she returned her gaze to the floor.
My grin was so wide it hurt my face. "Stand!" I said, making my words harsh as possible despite the jubilation I was feeling inside. When she stood I picked her up and shouted, "Yes, Yes, I will carry my slave over the threshold." and kissed and hugged her all the way to the bedroom, where I gently placed her on the bed without ever breaking that kiss. She melted in my arms, and, for the first time, I felt true submission from my accidental sub. There were no games, no hesitation, no regrets now, just a yielding armful of womanly flesh.
She opened her legs wide and I moved my free hand down to her crotch. As my fingers entered her I found her an aroused slave now, moist and hot. I caught a whiff of the intoxicating scent of an aroused female. I started playing with her clit and found it swimming in her own arousal. In moments she started to arch her back as I kissed her mouth deeply and fingered her now steaming cunt. I broke the kiss to look into her eyes for a moment and give a short command.
"Cum, Anne." I again felt a climaxing spasmodic slave in my arms, as she endured an intense orgasm. I stayed with her, letting her ride it out until her spasms ceased. I continued to hold her until her body completely relaxed.
By then my cock at this point was aching for relief. I turned and found a condom and exposed my cock and put it on. I mounted and entered the slave in one savage thrust. Because of her arousal I entered her easily. Her thighs were slick with her fluids.
Her eyes opened as I slid into her and she said, "Yes, Master, use this slave for your pleasure."
After only a minute or two I felt her climaxing again. This time she would cum with me, when I wanted her to. "You don't have permission to cum yet, slave." I grunted and watched her head roll back and forth throwing that silky blond hair around. In moments I felt the tingling in the back of my groin that announced my own orgasm. I was going to cum in less than a minute, and I just did not care. I wanted her to know herself used, taken without mercy or tenderness. I had not even bothered to undress her or myself. I had literally just thrown her skirt up and taken her.
A moment later I knew I was going to lose it. "Cum, slave," I shouted as I continued to pound her body with mine. Cum she did. I felt her vaginal walls shudder as my cock started to spew its seed. I collapsed on top of her a moment later as I felt my hardness start to break. I was out of breath and exhausted both physically and emotionally. The roller coaster of emotional highs and lows that day had been telling on both of us.
Anne's orgasm faded also. The room was ripe with the scent of sex, female arousal, male ejaculation and sweat, both mine and hers. When she had recovered her breath she studied me with a look that I could not describe: Awe, lust, satisfaction, contentment, I didn't know.
The sheets had a large wet area on them where she had secreted her cum on the bed. I slipped two fingers into that dripping pussy and worked them around bit, then pulled them out and held them to her nose.
"Do you know what that scent is?" I asked her.
She shook her head no.
"The greatest aphrodisiac of them all aroused submitted slave." Then I wiped off my fingers on her upper lip, just under her nose. She would not forget it soon. I finished drying my fingers on her hair.
I lay down beside her and gathered her in close. In moments she was asleep. I managed to dispose of the condom one-handed without disturbing her. Her body molded itself to mine. I thought about many things over the next few minutes. Her sexuality and mine mostly, and the combination of events that brought us together. Soon I drifted off to sleep also. Owning a slave can be exhausting work.
I woke in half-hour or so. The little nap had left me refreshed and I knew I was in my bed, but something was different. Then, I turned and saw her in my arms. Yes, I thought to myself, she is still here.
I eased myself out of bed and found my body complaining in several places. Anne was still asleep wearing a look of contentment on her face. Her clothes were rumpled and her skirt was pulled up about her hips. I spotted a stain where she had cum earlier in the afternoon. I would let her sleep a little longer while I set things up.
I moved the video camera into the living room and set a large throw pillow in the middle of the room in front of my favorite easy chair. After aiming and focusing the camera I put it in standby mode. The collar and cuffs were laid out in front of the pillow. Since she had watched Diane's tape, Anne would know what to do.
I then called Gerwald and talked to him for awhile. After explaining why I had needed Zin that afternoon, he congratulated me and wished me good luck. Together we devised a plan that would introduce Anne gently into this lifestyle.
If she went through with the submission ceremony, I would bring her to his house for a late dinner at about 8:00 P.M. There she could talk with his slaves and sort out any questions or feelings she might have. We would not play, it would just dinner among friends. We also agreed that everyone would be in normal dress. Gerwald normally kept his slaves nearly nude, but tonight he would change that for her visit.
He did however add the provision that they would be wearing their collars and Anne should wear hers. I made a point of requesting the collars be simple and plain.
Since Gerwald could afford to indulge his most eccentric whim, his slaves had gold plated "party collars" fitted with small alternating rubies and emeralds. I did not want my slave to feel inferior first thing.
At six, I gently woke Anne up. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me and said, "Hello Master." She stretched like a cat on a lazy summer afternoon and sat up. I told her to come with me to living room, when she saw the pillow and other items laid out on the floor she simply nodded and asked for ten minutes to use the bathroom and prepare herself. I nodded and let her go.
In ten minutes she stood beside me in the kitchen. She was in the robe; her makeup was once again perfect. Her blond hair was brushed in a simple fall down her back.
I started the camera and sat in my chair. I then motioned her to come in to my presence. She entered the room and stood by the pillow with her eyes downcast toward the floor.
“State your name and the date,” I commanded.
After she had stated her name as Laurel Anne, the date and the time, I began in earnest.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"To humbly offer myself to you as your slave," she replied.
"What are your duties as a slave?" I asked.
"Absolute obedience and absolute beauty," she said.
"Are there any exceptions to this?" I asked.
"None, Master," Anne replied.
"If you disobey me what might you expect?" I asked.
"To be punished by my Master in any way that you might choose."
"What are your limits?"
"For now they are pregnancy, disease, and injury."
"Anything other limits?" I asked.
She paused, and looked me right in the eye. "No, my Master."
"If you ever want to leave this arrangement, how is it to be done?"
"I cut this necklace that you have soldered closed around my throat and return it to you."
"If you are prepared to accept this, strip and kneel." She unbelted and parted the robe the knelt on the pillow. This time, I think she decided to ham it up a little bit for the camera. She let the robe slide down her shoulders until they were bare. Then looking at me and smiling, she threw it completely open and tossed it to the side. She picked up the collar and in both hands and offered it to me with her head down.
"Collar me, my Master, I am yours.”
I got up and took the collar from her hands. I lifted her head and put the collar around her neck and buckled it close.
I grabbed her hair and pulled he head back. "I accept you as my slave and name you. Your slave name is the initials of your normal name. You are L.A."
Chapter 4
Dinner at the Dungeon
I suddenly had a kneeling naked, submitted, and collared, shaven slave in front of me and I was scared right down to my socks. The problem with this lifestyle is that it is intense to the point of becoming addictive. Once it is tasted it's hard to stop. I have known those who have thrown away family, marriage and career to pursue the sensations.
I believe that in taking responsibility for someone who wants to pursue this lifestyle needs to be taken seriously. I have known those who would court, cajole, and incite someone into this BDSM world and then pay more attention to the dog.
So far L.A. had only been briefly introduced to this and was still very much the novice. I wanted to bring her along slowly and carefully so as not to overwhelm her to the point of addiction. Or scare her so badly that she would leave. It was time to slow down a little. Dinner would be an eye opener.
I led her back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed on her belly. I wanted to give her another massage to relax us both. I started a gentle caress starting at her back and tried to avoid anything that might arouse her or be considered overtly sexual. She was hungry for sensation but I only wanted her to be cared for, pampered, desired, and appreciated. After about twenty minutes her limbs had turned to rubber. The whole time I was attending to her body, I was gently talking to her and explaining what would happen next.
I had her dress in the same dress as she had for our late lunch, only this time she continued to wear the leather collar.
As we headed for Gerwald's house, I kept asking her questions to try to get a feel for her state of mind. She had enjoyed the day and with the exception of her initial shock of Zin's reward, she was fine. She revealed to me that she found Zin's body jewelry lovely and had changed her mind on that. She had not included body piercing in her limits when she had accepted my collar at the ceremony that I videotaped.
I let her know that with the possible exception of another ear piercing, I had no designs on her in that regard. Other things were reveled as well with a continued gentle probing. Her deepest fantasies she had often had a "slave girl" theme.
She had enjoyed being "carried over the threshold" and was glad she had thought of that. Even though our first sex had been disgustingly straight vanilla without a hint of the BDSM, she had enjoyed it although mostly because of the context! I had picked her up, taken her to my bed, raised her skirt, gave her no choice in the matter, and brought her to shattering orgasm.
I admitted to her that I enjoyed having an intelligent and imaginative slave. By watching her reactions to the sensation, I could find all of the little things that would turn her into an orgasmic creature. She was guiding her submission to me, and she was unaware that she was actually leading the journey.
After a ninety-minute drive, I finally pulled into Gerwald's private drive and watched her reactions as we pulled up. The house was huge, with almost a medieval look to it. The perimeter chain link fence that bordered his property was normal but the privacy fence that surrounded the house, garage, pool and recreation area had been rebuilt of brick.
The fence had spires at the corners and crenellations along the top of the wall. The spires at the corners of this fence did exactly the same job as they did in medieval times, but in a more modern fashion. They contained video cameras rather than guards. L.A.'s eyes got large as we approached and more of the house came into view. The only thing missing was a moat and drawbridge.
I parked in the circular driveway and then led her to the front door. Two gas coach lamps lighted the entryway and there was a small tinkling fountain in the middle. As we approached the door it opened as if by magic. The master of the house himself was at the door to welcome us. Gerwald was a big man with big mannerisms, most a holdover from his time on the Texas A&M football team. He shouted my name, grabbed me in a bear hug and lifted me off my feet, Then he turned to L.A. took her offered hand. He bent at the waist and kissed it, then said, "Welcome to my home."
Although I had told her what to expect, the experience of Gerwald's house is breathtaking. L.A.'s grew wide as Gerwald led to what served as his living room. He gestured for us to take a seat on a large, comfortable couch. Nearly all the furniture was large enough to accommodate our host’s oversized frame. A bottle of decanted white wine was on the center table in a crystal carafe with matching crystal wineglasses for six.
After pouring just a splash of wine in each the glasses, he stated "No serious play, tonight, just good food, good company, and good conversation. First take a sip of this wonderful Chablis to cleanse the palette. Zin will be down in a minute; she is changing from her class. Bea is the kitchen cooking up a storm for you, and Cathy is finishing up a project for me for work and should be here shortly."
As if on cue another lovely lady appeared by Gerwald's side. She had dirty blond hair worn loose and free down past her shoulders. She was thin, a little under five and half feet tall and wearing a denim skirt and loose T-shirt with a NASA logo on it and sandals, there was a thin leather choker around her neck.
After seriously kissing Gerwald, she walked up to L.A. and kissed her on the cheek. She said, "Hello, I'm Cathy," then Cathy gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "She's lovely." She picked up the wineglasses and gave them to us then settled in a chair near Gerwald.
Zin appeared from another door and was dressed the same as earlier today, the only difference being that she also wore a leather choker on her neck and that her hair was loose, pulled in front over one shoulder. She picked up a glass of the wine and also found a seat next to her Master.
Zin started the conversation by announcing, "I've been teaching and dancing for hours and I'm starved. What's for dinner tonight?"
Another voice piped up with a bit of a Cajun accent from another part of the house and said, "Chicken and dumplings in about ten minutes. There's a Caesar salad that is on the table."
Another lovely lad
y appeared at the door. Bea was about six feet tall with a long lanky frame and a large bust. First impression was the height was mostly from legs. She appeared in the door wearing denim overall skirt over a T-shirt, sandals and the same choker around her neck as the others. She had her long blond hair held back with a barrette. Her face was slightly flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She walked into the room and went to Gerwald and gave him a serious kiss also.
Then she said to L.A., "Hi, I'm Beatrice, Bea to my friends and my fellow inmates." Then she kissed L.A. on her cheek. She turned to me and gave me a quick kiss and then said, "Please finish the wine then go and sit down. I will be serving shortly."
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