“Cum for me my slave.” and in a second or two I heard “Oh Master, Yesss I'm cummingggggg” then silence and rather ragged breathing. “Good my L.A., now rest a minute, then we go on to other things.” When her breathing sounded better over the phone line I asked. “Have you prepared the carrot and mineral oil?”
“Yes Master I have prepared it, but I really don't want to this.” I knew she was going to be difficult on this, just judging by her reactions earlier. This was a small kindness I was doing her rather than raping a virgin anus. “You are my slave and you must or face the punishment later.” I then began to muse a little, like I was already considering her punishment. “Perhaps having your nipples pierced like all of Gerwald's slaves has, and I have yet to introduce you to some of the other whips hmmmmm.”
This got her attention “Master I am not disobeying you, just I was hoping to avoid this.” Perhaps it was time to tell her of my plans. “I intend to take you virginity there next weekend, I know you don't want to do this, but you will now or suffer the consequences. Now get the carrot.” I heard her leave the bed and come back. “I have the carrot Master” she said when she got back on the line. “Good insert it now.”
In what seemed like a long time she finally came back on and said “It's in Master”. “Good call me back in fifteen minutes.” I hung up at that point and cleaned up and got ready for bed. At the fifteen minute mark the phone rang. I picked up and answered “Yes L.A.”
“Master it's been 15 minutes as you commanded” Good” I answered her” Was this one a little bigger than the last one? “Yes Master, You said the same three inches long and a little thicker, the grove is cut in about the same place.
“You can remove it now then come back to the phone.” She needed no further urging from me and she was back in less than a minute after I heard the toilet flush. When she came back she was a little breathless but said “It's out Master” “Good my lovely LA, was it as bad as you thought?” She hesitated at that, but she replied with a “No Master, I let this one warm up and the size was no problem at all this time.”
Anal play was so new to her I was happy to hear this admission. “You were an obedient slave tonight, your master is quite pleased, now go to sleep and I we will talk tomorrow.” “Yes Master, Thank you” and she hung up. All in all it was going quite well. She would in a short time be able to accommodate me there. It was not painful to her so far and this was a good sign. If this is not taken slowly in the beginning, it can be a very bad experience. I have heard of those who left this lifestyle after a bad first anal experience. Wednesday after dinner I would administer an enema to clean her G-tract. This would be her first time for that as well I suspected. I went to bed and dreamed of my lovely slave.
The next day work was interesting, lots of maintenance to do and I was signing in to equipment all over the country. I ended up calling one of our vendors on a problem and they came up with a quick fix for a problem that had been bothering us for months. After testing the “maintenance load” on a couple of systems we quickly deployed and implemented this all over the country.
The problem had to do with a main system and a standby system coming up at the same time. When this happened they fought each other and caused us all kinds of grief. They had found a way of busying out one and letting the other take control. When this happened, the standby went into standby and after a few minor tweaks, worked fine. This was going to save a lot of call out time, and even better I could dial into it remotely from home and save a trip to work. Since I wanted my “On call” weekends free as much as possible this suited me fine.
The day went by quickly and I did make a quick call to my L.A. just to check on her. She was considerably more comfortable with the tasks I had assigned for the week then she had when she had left me Sunday. I left work that day with a great deal of satisfaction knowing that L.A. was becoming much more comfortable in her slavery and that the remote fix would work.
My time at “on call” work had just decreased by a factor of about 40%. I still had other systems that would require going into to work to maintain, they were still behind fire walls I could breach. All in all I was happy with this new tool. I got home that night and set up macros on my computer that would dial the “secure call back” modem numbers, and do the secure exchange to access them. I then tested them and remotely checked on several of the systems and practiced this procedure, taking the systems right up to the point of doing the switch, then backing out of the systems. Confident that this could be done remotely I logged out of several systems and shut down the maintenance tools.
I had dinner and got some other things done, killing time until it was time to call L.A.. I did get an e-mail from Diane in Florida. She filled me in on her life. The mail was nothing major just a nice long chatty note. I answered her note with a similar one filling her in things and on training L.A.. I was looking for a suggestion or two and as I sometimes forget things I have done in the past, perhaps she would remind me of something I had forgotten
When I called LA that night she was ready. Butt plug inserted, in the slave dress and she was again wanting to cum but had not so much as touched herself. I brought her to the edge twice but would not let her cum. Both time I had her pause, then told her to come without any external stimuli. Again she was not able to do this and I finally had mercy on my slave and let cum. Because of the delays imposed, her orgasm that evening was long and deep. Just what I heard was very enjoyable, to the point that I stroked myself to orgasm with her. When I told her this she expressed happiness. She had somehow felt that I was giving her pleasure and was not taking any myself, thus failing in her duties somehow. I let her remove the butt plug and let her go to sleep. I went to bed with a satisfied feeling.
The next day went much the same. I demonstrated the new tools from the maintenance load to most of my co-workers and got everyone up to speed on things. Management called and wanted a demonstration on it for that afternoon at 2:30. From about 10 am on I was busy putting together a demo and a power point presentation for them.
At noon I was finishing up things and called L.A.. I found her quite happy and excited. She had just booked a three week group cruise/tour after fiddling with the details for weeks. A representative had showed up today and wrote the check for 30 plus people. Her bonus for something like had yet to be determined, but she was happy that it had finally come together. Her general appearance and mien over the past few weeks had caused a little talk, and the new boyfriend story was working.
We both agreed a quick late impromptu lunch date and I left to pick her up. Because of my management meeting that afternoon I had donned a tie from my desk and the go-with anything tweed sports coat I keep in my cube. The plan today was to march in her office and escort her to lunch. This would also maintain the illusion of a romantic interest.
We did just that with me kissing her deeply in the building lobby well within view of her office. After that we had lunch at soup/salad bar and we both back at our respective offices within the allotted time. I got a call from her later that day to say that the illusion was intact and my kiss had started talk again.
My demonstration went well and management was happy. I got a slap on the back from my supervisor and was told to go home early. The demo must have gone better than I thought, to get an hour off that afternoon. I took them at their word and went home. Since the ride home at that time of day only took 30 minutes instead of the usual 45 to 60 minutes, I was home at 4 PM. I was able to catch up on a number of things. Mail, Bills and so on.
That night our phone call went much the same as the night before, she had made the same preparations, and was again seeking an orgasm. It is interesting what this lifestyle does to the female's sexuality. Her need had asserted itself and yet she waited for her master permission.
During the first stage when they first sought out and accepted a master, their sexuality had exerted itself enough seek out someone who would fulfill their submissive needs.
In the second stage
where they are willing to accept a Masters commands and punishment if necessary, their sexuality begins to exert itself in tangible ways, expressed outwardly by their carriage and mien and appearance. Friends might comment on how pretty or how confident they seem. They know themselves desirable enough that someone wants to own her.
During the third stage of this, a metamorphosis of sort occurs, their sexuality asserts itself, and she finds her body wanting, needing the sensation and the release of an orgasm at her master's commands. Her orgasms have changed. What she had experienced before pales in comparison to what she having now. She is now having the deep profound experience of the slave orgasm. This can only be had by the female who knows herself submitted and owned. It can only be called forth at her master's command.
I had found it interesting that my L.A. had reached this third stage in such a short period of time. I have heard of some this fast but had never experienced it myself. A novice never reaches this stage in less than 3 or 4 months unless this is something that they had been considering for a very long time. They have “slave girl” or “Pirate and Captive” dreams or something along that line. The usually have read extensively on the subject and pushed this all to the back of their minds and kept it there, tucked away in a tight little ball thinking the whole time that this could never really happen.
I had to think that L.A. was one of these. Someday I would have to ask her about this. Meanwhile I had been keeping her on the edge of orgasm then backing off to see if she could cum on a verbal command if she was close. She had failed to do this again. I finally brought her to the edge and had her play with the butt plug. This time she came without some form of vaginal manipulation. I was a first for here and at that point I knew that she would indeed come at a verbal command. After cooling her down and having her flush the butt plug. We talked about dinner for tomorrow night.
After agreeing on a menu of baked chicken she again surprised me by suggesting I stay over that night. I agreed to this and we made our plans. We got times and other things sorted out as well. After she hung up I packed my overnight bag and also added a few fun items from the toy bag and included a package of condoms. Tomorrow night should be both fun and I was sure instructional for both of us.
Work the next day provided a few challenges. There was nothing new, just the usual tasks of keeping up with a large network. My “on-call” week would start this weekend so short of major failure I would not be bothered tonight. I made sure the cell phone was charged and gave myself a test page to make sure it all was working. Again at noon I called my L.A to ask about a few other things. When I asked about parking my car she simply told the same place. This surprised me but I let it go. Something had changed there but I let it go. She did however make one strange request, she said the garage entrance would be open and to come in that way, don't knock or use the front door.
As before, I hung around work until it was time to leave. I arrived at her townhouse at the agreed time and got my bag and entered the garage. Her car was there and the hood has cold. She had been here awhile. At the door I found another surprise, a pink envelope with a ribbon was taped to the door. In a feminine hand there was a brief note on the outside of the envelope “M.G. Please open immediately”. When I opened it there were several keys inside, one was labeled “House” and another was labeled “Garage” and another small key with no label along with another note on pink stationary that read
M.G.
Please add these keys to your key ring, close the garage door and enter.”
Your humble slave L.A.
This was certainly getting interesting, after I hit the button that closed the garage door. Then I twisted the knob to the garage entrance door and found locked. I tried the key marked “House” and the door opened on the first try. I entered the house and in the kitchen was a lovely sight.
The house was dark except for one pool of light on the kitchen floor. L.A. was kneeling in that light as she had been taught on the kitchen floor on a small pillow. Head down, back on her heels, legs wide, back straight and her hands on her thighs with the palms up and open.
She was wearing a slave dress matching stockings and a garter belt. I noticed a wide black collar on her neck with a small lock at her throat, the other key she gave me must be to that. A long chain leash fell from the collar between her breasts and legs. The end of the leash was in front of her. From across the room I caught a thread of her perfume. Her makeup was perfect and her hair. Her hair seemed as if she just stepped out of a salon. If I was judge through that semi-transparent slave dress, her nipples had been made up also. In front of her on the floor were a silk scarf and a woman's leather belt folded in half.
She was beautiful.
So shocked was I, I just stood there, letting my senses take in the scene, other things then began to seep into my consciousness. The kitchen table was set and was immaculate with silver, crystal and expensive china all on a deep red table cloth. There were lit red candles on the table and other candles were dancing here and there. The drapes had been drawn throughout the house and only light that was on was the one she was kneeling in. Dinner was in the oven and I could hear a faint sizzle as well as the faint aroma of it permeating that little kitchen. I also picked up on another odor that I knew well, that of aroused slave. A quick check of her crotch showed the hint of moisture.
For several seconds I stood there bag in hand and let these things sink in. I finally dropped the bag and walked to the front of my slave. I reached to her chin and lifted her head until I could look at her face. She smiled at me when I did that and said “Hello Master, I hope my preparations are to your liking.” The she pulled the leash through her fingers and hands and found the end. This she handed to me.
“They are perfect” I answered. “The belt and the scarf?” I asked. If anything her smile got wider. “The scarf is for you to check my body with and the belt is to punish me with if I do not meet you demands and expectations.”
She knew she would pass this test or else she would not have put these things out, but I decided to check her anyway. I had her put her hands behind her neck and checked her underarms. Perfect. I passed it over her legs, Perfect. The same applied to her pubic area. Perfect. Better than perfect, I began to suspect something. I had just noticed that her finger nails were nicely shaped and polished. When I had her stand her toenails were done as well.
“L.A., you body far surpasses my demands, you are perfect and beautiful.” I finally said. I stood there admiring her for a few seconds then questioned her. “You have been to a salon today?”
“Yes Master, I got my bonus today for that large group and was given the afternoon off. I knew about this yesterday and made the appointment then. I have not done this in years, I have had no one to look pretty for. I had a facial and my hair and nails done and...” she let this last part trail off so I encouraged her
“And my slave?” I asked. “And I had a complete body wax done Master” she said with the emphasis on complete. “You my lovely slave have far exceeded my expectations tonight. You have done well. What else have you done today?” I asked. “I went to that store in the mall you bought the lingerie at and purchased a few things including this dress and a collar”
When she said this I began to worry that she had blown her whole bonus on this evening. When I asked about that she chuckled and said no, not even a tenth of it. It must have been a large bonus indeed. She had then spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for my arrival. As I said I do like an intelligent and imaginative slave.
I looked at the dress, it was an almost transparent yellow silky material. The hem was just below her bottom when she stood. It was two pieces of material that left the sides open except for one hook on each side at the waist level. The two pieces were joined at the shoulder by spaghetti straps and the front was gathered at the shoulder straps open to the navel and revealed a generous amount of cleavage.
I thought the effect was quite stunning with the collar. The collar was a simple p
et collar with a locking hasp made of Nylon strap material. Not real expensive, and not as nice as the one I had made for her, I think she had added this for effect.
I had had an erection since I had caught a glimpse of her. I was the one aching this time. I looked around her kitchen and found a kitchen timer that was counting down and it showed about 8 minutes. Dinner would be ready soon. I looked again at my lovely slave and at the timer. I finally cleared the timer and turned off the oven then went to L.A. and took the leash then pulled her to me. I led her to bedroom. I would be having slave for an appetizer. The main course would wait.
Once in her bedroom, I stood her at the foot of it and lifted the dress from her body. Just to reacquaint myself with her body I started by hugging and kissing her and letting one hand rove about her body. The wax treatment had left her incredibly smooth. I caressed her body for a bit enjoying the feel of her skin. Her pubic region was very smooth and when I checked further, even the little hairs from the bottom of her cunt to her anus had been removed. I normally don't bother with these as the risk of damaging something is very great. When she had said the waxing was complete, I was just now coming to the realization of how complete. Except for her head, her body was now devoid of hair.
When I got to her anus there was another surprise. She had a butt plug in, and it was larger than I had asked her to endure. This was not one of my carrots but a larger plastic one sold commercially. Her preparations today had been extensive, more than I had asked of her, but this intrigued me. To my mind she wanted something from me or wanted to do something special for me and I did not know what it was.
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