L.A. was extremely uncomfortable being the center of all this attention, even if was not on her exactly, but on the gadget she was wearing. I enjoyed her discomfort. She was in a strange man's house, standing in his living room at attention and nude from the waist down. Everyone was looking at her half-naked form and the belt that was circling her waist.
I turned on the gadget that L.A. was wearing. "LA, give us a running account of what the toy is doing when it's on, the speed, and so forth," I commanded her.
She began a running narration for several minutes, punctuated by the times when it was off completely. "It's on now, Master; it's running slow. It's off. It's on slow now. It's running faster now. It's off. Oh, it's fast now, really fast. Master, it's not turning off.” Her arousal was becoming obvious. The secretion from her sex began to peek from between her legs like the early morning dew. Her legs trembled from the combined strain of the toy, her position, and her exposure.
I turned the device off. I was afraid L.A. was going to collapse. Our audience was most impressed with the toy.
"You all must forgive me;” I said, “but I have an aroused slave here, and a long day tomorrow. We are going to retire." I took L.A.'s hand and led her out of the throne room.
Once in our room, it was time to feast. The bags were on a chest of drawers to the side and had been unpacked. All the clothes had been taken out and left stacked. I also noticed that the toy bag had been emptied on another small table and most of the contents lay out and arranged very neatly. Without me saying a word, L.A. removed her blouse. When she was nude, she went and got the collar from the table and knelt in the middle of the room. I took the belt off of her and pulled at its wires. The vibrator pulled out with just the tiniest of tugs. It left a moist trail down her thigh. I began to look at L.A. and contemplate the pleasures I would extract from her this evening.
Someone had turned back the bed and prepared bondage straps on the bed. When I approached L.A., she held up the collar. I took it and put it around her throat and buckled it shut. In this setting she knew she was mine.
I led her to the bed and placed her on her belly and added the straps to her limbs. I removed the slack but did not pull them taut. I then went to my selection of toys and picked up a light flogger. It had three wide short suede tails and was meant to warm but not punish. It liked to use it to start capillary action. It would sensitize her body to the slightest sensation. Even a touch later would cause her great pleasure.
I fixed my hand in that blond mane of hers and turned her head to face me. "I am going to whip you lightly. This is not a punishment, but will add to your pleasure later."
I started on her calves very lightly. She leaped at the slapping sounds it made but the straps held her. She made a low moaning sound when the leather first touched her body but said nothing. In just a few minutes her calves, bottom, and back had taken on a nice pink glow. I unfastened the straps and flipped her over, then reattached them to her limbs.
I started on her belly this time and worked up to her breasts then her thighs and worked up to her cunt. Everywhere the whip touched now glowed with a light pink. I touched up a few spots across her belly to give it a nice even glow then landed several across her the insides of her thighs. The moisture from her center seeped out and glistened. The little light slaps were getting to her.
Next I got a rabbit skin in each hand and gave her a light rubdown starting with her breasts. Her nipples responded at the first touch of the fur and I felt her breasts swell under my touch. I could feel the warmth of her belly through the fur. She began to move within her limited space, trying to bring other parts of her body into contact with the fur. Using a skin in each hand, I moved to her thighs and took each thigh in both hands and rubbed from her knee to her cunt. When the fur touched her crotch, I watched her belly quiver. Just the touch of the fur to her bare pubic area had almost caused her to cum.
She was close and she was going to cum for me extensively tonight. She was still under a command of no orgasm without permission and I wanted a contented slave for the next day so I simplified my strategy. I was also in a generous mood now that the drive was over and Gerwald had wanted to know more of the gadget I had inserted in LA. His interest had left me feeling very satisfied, He seldom was impressed by electronic sex toys and I was encouraged by his interest “L.A., you may cum as you want tonight until I tell you otherwise,” I said, then went back to my work.
Working the fur over the hairless area of her crotch, I commanded her cum. She did not respond at first but I was patient and worked the fur back and forth over her slit until the vaginal lips opened. Then, just barely touching the opening with the fur wrapped around one finger I lightly teased her open lips.
They opened a little more and the moisture began to flow. I was treated to the wild scent of aroused and submitted slave. Her belly quivered once then twice then I felt her cum, just a small quick one, but the spasm was obvious. I had not even penetrated her yet. Her breath was coming in pants. She was in sub space, that wonderful place where the sensations I induced in her were all she felt, nothing else existed at that moment.
I did not allow her any rest, and worked a finger into her slit and worked it in and out to keep her cunt open. Her juices coated my fingers. I kept working the fur over her crotch to keep her aware of the sensation then worked it to her clit. I worked the fur across her clit and felt her body stiffen. Her moans continued low and slow, music to the Master as his slave yielded to him. Her second yielding was longer than the first. She had cum twice in just minutes
I quit teasing her clit with the fur and tossed it to one side to leave a hand free. I was still rubbing other lush flesh, her belly and breasts, with the other hand covered in fur. That little sensitive piece of flesh was now exposed, stiff and open to my touch. I pinched it with my fingers and rolled it back and forth. This double stimulation began to get her off again. I watched all her limbs stiffen as she came again, not a little one this time but a massive orgasm that shook her whole body. I never stopped manipulating her clit during that orgasm, wanting her yielding to be as deep and complete as it could be.
When it stopped, she was completely exhausted and weak. I quit what I was doing and took the furs again and started another quick rubdown to gauge her sensitivity. The pink glow I had induced in her body was starting to fade. But the first touch I made to her belly and chest caused her to moan again. Her nipples had lost their stiffness, but they sprang back to erect as soon as I ran the fur over them. Her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat and the fur had removed most of this.
I fell upon her breasts with my mouth, biting, kissing, licking, and sucking until I had covered all of them. I was feasting upon my slave but did not stop there. I worked my way up to her neck and face and deeply kissed her, then toyed with her ears. I nibbled on the ear lobes for a full minute, taking them into my mouth, sucking on them. I had a hand on the crown of her head and had a fist full of hair so I could turn her head to suit my needs and desires.
When I had tasted all of her, I stopped for a minute. I sunk two fingers into her cunt and covered two fingers with her cum. I rubbed my fingers on her upper lip under her nose. She would smell her submission to me. I placed my fingers in her mouth and commanded her to suck them clean. I judged her oral skills markedly improved. I did not feel her teeth once and her tongue was quick and lively. She sucked and licked them clean without hesitation.
I then licked my way down her chest between her breasts to her belly and sucked her navel, exploring it with my tongue. The sensitivity I had induced in her was still strong and I felt the muscles around her navel tense and release. I heard one little moan and filed this away for later. I would explore this area of her body in depth when I was not so hungry.
I was aching with need and would have to seek relief soon. I rearranged myself on the bed in a 69 position. My knees straddled her head and I looked down at my slave. She knew what I wanted and nodded her head. I lowered my body to hers and guided m
y erect cock into her mouth. Then I laid my body on hers and began to suck her clit.
She began to fellate me as I sucked and licked her clit. I wanted to her to cum a fourth time and knew it was going to happen. With my chest on her belly I could feel every twitch and spasm. I felt her fourth orgasm of the night as her attentions to my cock stop while she spasmed yet again. I gave her a few seconds to recover then began to move my cock up and down in her mouth to get her attention.
Her technique was good and she kept up mild suction. With her tongue and mouth moving up and down it only took a minute or so before I felt my orgasm approaching. I gushed into her mouth moments later and felt my erection break. I collapsed on her body a few seconds later and caught my breath. Then I got off of her body and got a tissue and held it to her mouth. She swallowed most of my seed.
I lavishly complimented my slave on a job well done. “That was fantastic, my lovely LA. I can tell you've been practicing and your Master is very pleased. Your skills and responses are all a Master could want! You have pleased me a lot tonight.” She smiled and then gave a huge yawn.
She was exhausted, as was I, but I still took the time to get a towel and wipe down her body. After I finished, I released her from the bondage straps and told her to use the bathroom. I lay down while I heard her brush her teeth and take care of other things. I got up and rearranged the straps so she could sleep comfortably. When she returned, she lay down and I reattached the straps, then went to the bathroom to do the same things myself.
When I got back, she was asleep with a slight smile on her face and already on her side. I joined her in the bed as a feeling of exhaustion overtook me. Tomorrow's tasks would be demanding enough and watching her reactions would guide me. Her journey had truly begun now.
With those pleasant thoughts and a warm armful of slave next to me, I slipped of to sleep as well.
Chapter 11
Party at the Dungeon
About eight the next morning, I got up to find my accidental sub still sleeping. I got up quietly and attended to the morning nature call. I went back to bed after that and freed L.A. from her bonds. I dozed for a bit while I waited for L.A. to wake up. I felt her stir about 20 minutes later and I let her get up.
I had L.A. dress simply in long T-shirt and collar. "Gerwald might have a dress code in place today and you will follow whatever the others are wearing. It might be anything from skin and collar to heaven only knows. One slave will be given the duties of Mistress today and you will be placed in her charge. Just do what she says and things will go smoothly. Do you understand, L.A.?" I asked.
She was still stretching but said, "Yes, Master," as we went in search of some breakfast. The whole house was filled with delicious smells from coffee to baking poultry of some kind, and a pastry aroma like a doughnut shop. The kitchen area would be busy I knew.
Bea was in the kitchen and in full roar. She was on the phone with some vendor trying to straighten out an order. She was wearing Jeans a T-shirt and her apron and chef hat. The kitchen was huge. It had three gas ranges and four restaurant-style wall ovens.
Today the "table" was back in the middle of kitchen. This was a long stainless steel table with an overhead rack with pots and pans hanging everywhere and stainless steel bowls stacked up here and there. The table was a roll-around affair that usually stayed parked in the garage. On this occasion, the setting brought to mind a restaurant kitchen rather than even a well-equipped one in a private home.
When Bea saw us she knelt on the floor and told the party on the phone to hold for a moment. "Please forgive Sir. Please sit and I will be with you in a moment." She stayed right there on her knees and went back to fussing at someone over an order and the quality of the produce delivered.
We had sat down in the breakfast nook and watched. Even on her knees, in the kitchen Bea was still in charge. She was first slave in Gerwald's house. When she was in this kind of mood, the others gave her a wide berth.
When she finished and hung up the phone, she looked at us and smiled then came into the breakfast area with two mugs of coffee. "What may I get you this morning, Sir? I have fresh pastry due out of the oven in a minute or so if you want."
“The pastry sounds and smells wonderful, Bea. We will both have some.” I decided for both of us. I knew that we would be better off with what she offered rather than making her do something special. She was in full roar today.
She went back into the kitchen. In a minute she was back with a large plate of fresh cinnamon roll pastries. She sat down with us. As always, the food was great and after a few minutes, Bea asked about L.A..
"My Lord told me you were bringing your slave today, and that you might place her in my care. I really do need help in the kitchen all day. Please consent to this, Sir," she said after I started my second roll.
I looked at L.A and she gave a slight nod. I looked at Bea and said, "She is yours till I need her. Do you want switch and clothing rights?” I asked.
"Yes, Sir."
I looked at L.A. to confirm her understanding and said, "Obey her as you would me."
Bea asked, "Have you bathed or showered yet?"
L.A. looked at me then Bea and said, "No, Mistress."
Bea waited a moment. "When you finish breakfast, go and shower and get on jeans and a shirt. Hair pulled back and in a ponytail. Be back here as quickly as you can." Bea went back into the kitchen to resume her efforts in preparing for the festivities. L.A. finished her roll and slipped away. I got a second cup of coffee and went to the security room.
My equipment was where I had left it and I positioned the sweep generator in its usual place. I set up the rest of my equipment and calibrated it. I was ready to make a sweep of the house when things calmed down a bit and look for anything out of the ordinary.
When I got to the kitchen I surreptitiously watched the activity for a minute. Bea, Cathy, and L.A. were all busily engaged in various tasks. LA was slicing vegetables, Cathy was kneading bread dough, and Bea was preparing huge slabs of meat.
I checked briefly with Bea, “When would be the best time for me to check the kitchen?”
She took a quick look around with a critical eye. “About an hour and a half, Sir. Most everything should be taken care of by then.”
Then I borrowed my slave for a minute. When I got her out of the kitchen, I asked, "How are you holding up?"
"Oh, Master, don't worry. I'm fine. Bea is a great chef and teacher. I'm helping and learning a great deal. I should just come here to learn. I thought I was a good cook, but Bea is adding polish to my skills."
She was wearing a little chef's hat and had her hair tucked up underneath it. "What's on the menu for tonight?" I asked.
Rather than tell me she pulled a piece of paper out of the pocket of her apron and handed it to me. The main courses included Cornish game hens or a standing crown roast and got more involved from there. I noticed a few things written in French and decided to let it go. If questioned, Bea would fall into a rapid mixture of Cajun French and English and you would never really get an answer. I gave my slave a quick kiss and a pat on the fanny and went back to work.
I was finishing up the sweep of the house when L.A. came and to get me. I did a sweep of the kitchen during a lull in the action. The kitchen smelled wonderful and just being in there was enough to make anyone hungry. After I finished my sweep, I asked about lunch only to be pointed to a buffet of sandwiches and a veggie tray already lay out on the breakfast table. I ate and went back to work.
I was not the only one working. I ran into several acquaintances that were moving things into the Manor in one room and I noticed that in another room a stage was being erected. Yet another Master with his slaves in attendance was setting up tables and chairs near the pool.
I groaned when I realized that the tables were from a rental company and each and every one would have to be checked out. I continued with what I was doing and methodically finished the house, then the out buildings and pool area. By three I had finishe
d the sweep for radio devices.
I then checked out the phone lines and took the phones apart looking for the strange little devices that security agencies sometimes put there I was actually a little disappointed that I had not found anything this time.
When I got back to the kitchen I found Gerwald holding court. All of his slaves were there as was mine. They were all kneeling and nude. I listened a bit to what was going on as he was getting a status report of sorts.
Zin was there telling of the plans and preparations. Gerwald was frowning about something. He ordered all his slaves to the playroom then called to me.
"I have a Master's need and require my slaves to attend to me. Do you want your slave to witness?" he asked. I considered this for a second then talked to Bea.
"Your Master requires your presence. Should L.A. stay and tend to things here?" I asked.
Bea's face had a look of relief on it as she said, "Yes, Sir, let her stay and keep an eye on things. She knows what to do."
I nodded my agreement, then Gerwald snapped his fingers and his slaves arose as one and followed him out without so much as a backwards glance. His discipline over them was iron at times like these. His mood told the story and his slaves responded to it.
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