I heard her gasp but she replied, "In my bedroom and I am wearing the nightgown and a butt plug, Master."
"Remove the gown, get on the bed, open your legs and begin to caress yourself. Listen while I give you instructions for this weekend. Do it now."
When I heard the bed creak a little, I began again. "Are you caressing yourself, L.A.?" I asked her.
"Yes," was the slightly dreamy reply.
"That's 'Yes, Master' to you, my slave," I quickly responded. “Now bring yourself to the edge but do not cum."
I heard a small whimper but she replied, "Yes, Master."
"When you get home tomorrow night, pack a bag for the weekend. You will be spending Friday through Sunday afternoon with me. Include the corset and the dress you wore last night. There is a party at Lord Gerwald's on Saturday night and you will be attending with me. I have some preparation work to do out there and I will leave Friday night at seven. Be here by six. Now wiggle the butt-plug a little."
I heard her breathing increase a little. "Are you ready to cum, L.A.?"
"Yes, Master," she replied.
"And do you understand my commands?" I asked.
"Yes, Master." I heard her groan just a little as she tried to keep herself from cumming. I decided to leave her there a few moments longer. "Quit what you are doing and get your vibrator, insert it and turn it on." I would let her simmer at a bit. After I heard the low thrum of the vibrator, I continued.
"You will be helping Gerwald's slaves with the preparations for the party also. There will be lots to do. I have some other things to explain about his parties but will do that later."
I let that hang there for a moment then added, "Keep yourself on the edge. Move the vibrator to your clit. Would you like to cum now, L.A.?"
Her answer was a very emphatic, "Yes, Master, please let your slave be permitted an orgasm.”
"Beg for it," was my response.
She did not miss a beat. "Please, Master, your humble and obedient slave begs to be permitted to cum. Please, let me cum" she then began to plead. "Please, forgive your slave for forgetting her deference earlier." Still I waited and then I heard, "Have mercy on your slave. She begs her master to let her cum."
After pausing a second or two I said, "Cum, L.A.."
She said no other words but I heard the sounds of a slave in the throes of orgasm. Her thrashing and the ragged breathing continued for a full minute. The orgasm was long and intense as I listened to my slave cum and again I marveled at her sexuality. Just a few short weeks earlier her orgasm would have been over in a second or two. Now she had no choice but to reveal her sexuality to herself and to me. A timid, frigid slave is simply not permitted.
"Now go to sleep slave. You will be very busy over the next few days.” After I hung up, my erection was still rampant and I tried to ignore it while I began to get a head start on the packing. I finished my bag and went to bed with a hard on. There is a saying among the Turks: "Before the feast, go hungry." I was hungry and would feast on slave tomorrow night. For now I would wait. Sleep came hard that night, as my mind was quite active making plans for the next few days.
Work the next day was torture. I had a hard time focusing. At lunch I called L.A. to make sure my instructions were clear. After ending that call I had to stay in my cube for a bit, as my erection was visible through my clothing. I am usually not much of a clock-watcher but that day dragged by.
The few trouble tickets that came my way I dispatched with intensity that got the attention of my coworkers. Rather than the careful graceful fix I was known for, I began to do rather crude fixes. Cold restarts rather than warm restarts, for example, that took a little longer and took a bit of finesse. At quitting time, I was out the door without a parting comment to anyone.
Friday traffic was awful and I got home later than usual but that gave me time to calm down.
A few minutes before six, L.A. arrived. She said nothing but took her bag and placed it my car. Then, after looking at me intensely for several moments, she knelt before me. "I am here as you commanded me, Master." I think she was trying to determine my mood.
Up to until this point I had not really looked at L.A.. I did, finally and found her as beautiful as I had left her. Her hair and face were still perfect and she was dressed in a simple blouse and denim wrap-around skirt. To see her was to want her. I took her into my arms and kissed her deeply and again felt her body melt against mine. While hugging her I felt her braless breasts, nipples hard and pressing into my chest. I slipped a hand under her skirt and found her panty less. Her cunt was smooth from her waxing and hot and moist. No need to test her condition. I was sorely tempted to take her right then on the garage floor but I reminded myself, "Before the feast, go hungry."
After breaking the kiss, I had her go to the kitchen and make us a light dinner. I didn't care what she made, but I wanted to eat in rather than stopping on the road. We had a two-hour drive in front of us with the Friday night traffic. It took me another fifteen minutes or so to get the rest of the stuff I needed together.
I had given L.A. no instructions other than to make us a quick dinner. In my kitchen, I now found the table set, soup and sandwiches laid out on the table and a nude kneeling slave. I had her stand then sat her at the table. After I had begun to eat, she followed my lead started also. I took the nude slave outside. I had her stand on the scale out there and weighed her. As I thought, she had lost some weight, about four pounds. I then handcuffed and hung her from the hook on the winch. She had fear in her eyes as I hit the button that raised the winch but she said nothing.
Her hands and arms were stretched taut over her head from winch. I left her balanced on her feet. For this next scene I wanted her helpless. I caressed her until I felt her cunt open to me and her juices begin to flow. I wanted her wet and open for what was coming next.
I got the belt with the randomly operated vibrator and placed it about her belly and fastened the belt tight. I took the little egg vibrator and held it against her sex and pushed a little so that it popped in into her cunt. I let her down and took off the handcuffs. I had her get dressed then and had her place her skirt over the control. I wanted to be able to reach the control and start it once we were in the car.
Then I used a two-foot web belt strap with the welded rings in the ends. With snap-links, I fastened her hands to the rings behind her back. It would be a long ride and the handcuffs with the short connecting chain were just not practical for the long trip.
Before I left my driveway I threw her skirt flap open and started the vibrator.
"You are not to cum, L.A.." was the only thing I told her. I headed for the interstate. I heard a sharp intake of breath every now and then as the little egg came to life. After I hit the interstate, I began to explain what we would be doing this weekend.
"Lord Gerwald is having a party tomorrow night as I explained. I will look over his place for bugs and set up electronic countermeasures and check out existing systems and phones. This takes most of a day. I will check with Lord Gerwald and I am sure that there will be several jobs for you to do. Do not embarrass me. I want you to perform every task assigned to the best of your ability. Gerwald's slaves are liable to be grumpy. He will have had had them aroused but unsatisfied. Just put up with it if someone is in a bad mood.
"The interesting part for you will be the night of party. You saw briefly what might happen when we went there last time. This will be much more intense. Zin's special troupe will be dancing as part of the party's entertainment and the evening will culminate in a slave auction. Depending on the Master's whim, a slave might be put up for auction for one scene, one night, or a longer period of time such as a week. The details are announced before the slave steps up to the block and both slave and Master have to agree to the terms. The longer-term things can happen for a variety of reasons, including a slave accepting a punishment. One person will be assigned the duties of Dungeon Master for the evening and that person's word is law."
"For legal reasons,” I cont
inued,”we don't use real money. Someone came up with a unit called 'phranks,' spelled P H R A N K S, which is not to be confused with French francs. You earn phranks by helping out at the parties, providing or serving food. In my case, my counter-surveillance work earns me phranks. Rather than use play money or something similar, you are issued a 'smart card' that acts as your ID and has your credit balance on it. It has a memory chip in it and the balance is loaded into that chip." I pulled both of these out of my shirt pocket and showed them to LA. I had added a leather thong to LA's card and put it around her neck.
"If real money were used, someone might make a case for a white slavery charge. Also if real money were used, a slave might be sold for as little as ten bucks. That we found out that causes other problems, including hard feelings. Lord Gerwald has set up a schedule of payments and such, so any hour you help out tonight or tomorrow will earn you 10,000 phranks. Over the past couple of years I have accumulated over five million phranks."
"You can use your credit balance for a number of things. Sometimes people have things to sell or trade at these parties and use the phranks rather than real money. The slaves, for example, sometimes make clothes for others and then sell them for phranks. Food is another matter. Bea usually prepares a real sit-down meal. This will sell in the neighborhood of 20,000 phranks depending on what she is serving and, I might add, the price is usually worth it."
"One of the duties you might be taught is how to run one of the computers that changes the balance in the cards. You might help Bea with the meal or be a slave waitress at the meal. One of the jobs I usually do is check the security cards as people enter the house for the party. Since the trouble with the police, there is now a very narrow time window when people can enter Lord Gerwald's house."
I had been driving and as one thing or another popped into my head I had been explaining these things to L.A.. About half of our drive was over and I had just hit one of the major interchanges known as the Mixmaster. I fell silent as I worked my way through the traffic and concentrated on switching lanes and catching my exits.
I heard L.A. take a sharp breath or give a little groan now and then. The batteries in that vibrator would last about an hour if left on. With the random functions turning it on and off, the battery life would be about two to three hours. She would be well warmed by the time I was ready for her this evening.
After navigating my way through the traffic and getting headed again in the right direction, I continued with some of the things that might be required of L.A. as a slave and guest. She started asking a few questions. I think my mood in the beginning had scared her and she had been very timid about talking. I reminded her that as she had not been commanded to silence, it was permissible for her talk. At the party those who were under a command of silence would be gagged or would give some outward sign that it was all right to speak.
She remembered most of what I had told her earlier and asked a number of good questions about the rules during the party and what might be proper protocol in a number of situations. From time to time the distraction I had placed in her sex obeyed its microprocessor-controlled instructions and she would squirm or I would hear a quick intake of breath. Once she sat very upright and I watched her eyes get very large. The longest time for any of these random events was 120 seconds. In the state of arousal that she was in, it might have been long enough to push her over the edge. I have to admit I was anxious to show off this little gadget.
A little before nine, I was able to get off the freeway and escape the Friday night fever of frenzied drivers. Soon after nine I pulled into Lord Gerwald's secluded grounds, happy to be free of the traffic. I parked close to the garage to get my equipment into the house. I got out of the car and stretched a moment, then hit a button on the intercom.
The garage door opened and I noticed that one place in the normally full five-car garage was vacant. I saw that the truck they used for errands, gardening and such was missing. Bea and Cathy walked out nearly nude and told me to park in the garage. They were both wearing only the bottoms of two-piece swim suits and from the condition of their hair, I guessed they had been in the pool a short while earlier. After parking where indicated, both slaves knelt on the garage floor.
Bea spoke first. "Our lord has commanded us to help you get settled in. May we take your bags and show you to your room, or help you with your equipment?"
I freed L.A. of the seat belt and helped her out of the car. Her knees were a little weak but she got out all right. Both Bea and Cathy exchanged a look of concern but made no attempt to help L.A.. They had noticed the strap binding her wrists and would not interfere. I unsnapped L.A.'s hands and told her to follow the other slaves. I knew the way, having spent a few nights in that room.
After the drive I had just put up with some help in moving our things sounded like a good idea. I handled my equipment and the slaves handled the remaining items. When I got back, the overnight bags were out of the car. L.A. and Gerwald's slaves were not in the garage, so I figured they had taken L.A. to our room and were having a good conversation.
When I went to the room I found all the slaves there and talking quite excitedly to L.A.. When I entered, LA fell to her knees and wept. "Please, Master, turn this thing OFF!" was the first thing I heard. I opened the overlap of her skirt and turned off her little friend. The back of her skirt had a huge wet spot on it and I was certain that the passenger seat of my car was wet as well.
Bea and Cathy were looking at L.A. and finally Bea asked, "Master G, what have you done to your poor slave? What have you come up with this time? The poor thing is so aroused she is weak in the knees!”
L.A. was still kneeling and breathing hard but smiling like she had gotten away with something. "Let me show all of you. Where is the Lord of the Manor this evening?" I asked to no one in particular.
Cathy answered, "Our Lord is at the pool and adding chemicals to adjust the pool pH. Let me get him to go to the throne room. Please meet me there in a few minutes." She left then to go and search out her master.
"L.A., attend me." I motioned to L.A. for her to follow me and she left the room trailing me down the hall with Bea following her. The living room or the "Throne" room, as many called it, was the same room in which L.A. had first met Gerwald. I sat down on one of those large sofas and watched as Bea settled in on a floor pillow near Gerwald's favorite chair, better known as the throne. I motioned L.A. to sit beside me on the sofa. Gerwald arrived a bit later and we meet and he gave me one of those bear hugs of his.
"Thanks for your help this weekend. As always, you are welcome here," Gerwald boomed at me, then he flopped down on throne. "Any problems on the drive here tonight?" he asked.
"Not really, just a long drive in the usual crazy traffic. Sometimes I wish you would set up a party house closer to me. It would sure save the wear and tear on my nerves," I said.
That was an idea he had some time back, to buy a remote house and use it just for his entertaining. It would never happen; he was quite happy where he was. The night he'd come up with this idea, he'd been just thinking out loud, but I liked to needle him from time to time about it. We spent the next few minutes discussing what I would do the next day and verifying that I would check out the new video system. I was sure I would be pressed into service doing a one-hour shift on the door. We talked for a bit more and he made his apologies for Zin not being there. She was rehearsing her troupe and was expected any time.
"Cathy tells me your slave got out of the car aroused and begged you to turn something off. You have been experimenting again," he accused me.
I had to chuckle at that; this man knew me well. He knew of my love of gadgets.
"Yes, I have. Let me show you." I turned to L.A. and motioned her to me. With a frown she rose and came across the room until she stood beside me with her head down. "Attention," I told her. I moved behind her and faced her body toward Gerwald.
I pulled loose the knot on the wrap-around skirt and let it drop. The casual way I did thi
s got to L.A.. Her blush went from her hairline to what we could see of her neck. There really was not the much to see of the gadget, only the thin leather belt snug about her waist with a small leather sheath to one side. A large switch was visible to one side of the sheath through a hole in the leather. A pair of wires went from the sheath to L.A.'s crotch where they disappeared. I opened the sheath and took out the electronics and battery card to show off the hardware, then returned it. After that I briefly described what the controller did. Gerwald loved it and being the software hacker that he was, wanted to see the code (I should have known to dump the code to disk).
I promised to mail it to him later, knowing that Gerwald would probably send it back to me compacted and modularized. He hated my haphazard hardware calls, what he called klutzy code. I have to admit that his code was far more elegant than mine would ever be. I had learned quite a lot from him.
Gerwald immediately wanted me to connect the device to one of his and see the reactions of his slaves. Because I had to do extensive hardware modifications on a per unit basis, I could not hook this into one of his toys. And unless the one that L.A. was wearing was thoroughly cleaned, I would not have one of the others try it.
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