The Accidental Sub

by Crane, G. Stuart

  "It is I who am honored, Falcon. I would like for my slave to attend as well if that is okay," I said as I motioned to my slave.

  He looked hard at L.A. and asked, "Your new slave?" When I nodded my head, he just smiled.

  "A fine catch!" he stated "Congratulations, I hope you two will be as happy as we are."

  Falcon then attached a leash to Tula's collar and led her off. I took a quick look at L.A. and found her flushed and her breathing rapid. She had enjoyed the exchange; it had excited her. Having the other slave kneel near her in the pleasure slave position had caught her attention. Tula had assumed the position naturally with a flowing grace and beauty that only came from long practice and deep submission.

  The next couple to arrive was a Dominatrix and her preferred slave, a male in a leather harness affair that just covered his cock and balls. She was in a hurry and handed the trinkets to me, ignoring L.A.. After I swiped the cards and admitted them, they just bustled off. L.A. looked at me with a question on her face. I filed this away for later. She would have questions after tonight. The people who turned up at Gerwald's parties were a pansexual bunch. Up until this point, she had only seen dominant males and submissive females. She hadn't even imagined people at the other end of the spectrum.

  We would see people from in between as well before the night was out. Male/male and Female/female couples or triples would be making their appearances. L.A. had performed her job well and seemed a little miffed that the woman had paid her little attention. But such is the lot of a slave.

  At seven o'clock, the doors would close and no one else would be allowed to enter. All guests had to stay until at least midnight unless there was some emergency that could not be taken care of on site.

  By six-thirty, the guests had begun to arrive en masse and we were quite busy checking people in and reminding them of the house rules. L.A.'s welcome became very practiced and precise, but still natural. She quickly picked up on who to ask for the trinket as most of the slaves wore collars or were on leashes of some kind. Many of the slaves were also marked in some way, such as tattoos and in one case, a brand on the left thigh. The dress of the arriving guests ranged from mundane street clothes to various forms of fetish wear. Mostly we were seeing variations of leather and jeans for the Dominates and skin to light silk, latex, or transparent fabrics for the subs.

  To an experienced eye, the ones who were being auctioned tonight for more than a scene were easy to spot. They had failed their Master or Mistress in some respect and the auction was considered a punishment. Their mood didn't have the air of fun and excitement of joy that usually accompanied attending one of Gerwald's parties. I noticed two female slaves who would not look up and followed their Masters in with a resigned slow step. Otherwise everyone else was in a party mood and looking forward to an evening of play, good food, and entertainment.

  As agreed, at seven-fifteen, I closed and locked the doors. With my lovely slave in attendance, we settled in the throne room and watched as Gerwald made arrangements with people for the slave auction. Both Dom and sub had to agree to the terms of the auction and he made his notes in his little palmtop computer. After a few minutes, I went in search of Tarl, the Dungeon Master.

  Master Tarl was another large man. He stood just over six feet tall and was also wearing a leather vest, almost a jerkin. This one was bright red, which made him easy to spot. It had infinity symbols on the breasts and back. He would be making any judgment calls on what may or may not be permitted. Normally this was a rather an easy job as most of the guests and players were known to us and usually followed the rules. I found him and told him my observations on the two slaves who were not happy about being there. I took him back in the throne room and pointed them out. The usual practice was to separate them and see if we got the same story from both parties.

  Once in a while, a Dom really pressures his slave into the auction. This had not happened recently. But if their stories varied drastically, or one said no, the Dungeon Master would remove them from the auction.

  After that, Tarl and I with L.A. trailing us, wandered from room to room to see what was happening in the dungeon, a quick inspection tour. We found nothing to worry us and began to socialize. The playroom was busy and most of the equipment was uncovered and in use. One wall had a section of ornate black iron fence mounted on it midway between floor and ceiling and could be used for a variety of proposes, from tethering a slave to attaching a slave for a whipping or other play or punishment. The uprights and curves and curls of the fence gave a lot of good places to tie a slave in any number of positions or to park equipment. Gerwald's slaves had placed a variety of whips and floggers on the fence for display.

  The fence was being used to tether slaves while their Masters were socializing. The slaves sat on pillows on the floor and talked and laughed among themselves. They were having a good time, socializing not unlike people gathering in the kitchen except for their odd raiment and submissive postures. Rather than a Male/Female split, there was a Dom/sub split in this room.

  A little while later, Bea went from room to room ringing a large bell. She had on the party collar and a smile. Those who wanted to eat dinner collected their subs and went to the pool area where tables and chairs had been set up. The subs began to scurry around attending to their Masters, serving them food and drink. The Dom's each had different rules for the treatment of their slaves. Some were allowed to sit at the table and others put their food dish on the ground and sat at their Master's feet to eat.

  I let L.A. get two plates of food then had her sit next to me. She was surprised at the lack of silverware. All the food was made to be eaten by hand. The soup was served in a bowl with a handle. Even the butter for the bread was melted so that it could be poured or dipped rather than spread with a knife. We both had the beef. I was amused to watch L.A. daintily pull the meat off of the bone. I was hungry and ate with gusto, as was a tradition of sort at this kind of party. The metal goblets would only contain a few swallows of drink. It was up to each of the slaves to keep her Master's goblet full.

  The area buzzed with dozens of conversations and the topics ranged from politics to the training of subs. It had worried me that police might pick up individual conversations with a directional microphone and I had hit on a fun defense. About 15 speakers surrounded the area faced outward. A tape was playing of noisy ducks and geese who occupied a local lake. From a distance it sounded like a noisy cocktail party. Most of the guests had finished eating by eight o'clock and were drinking coffee.

  Cathy was the mastermind behind the organization of these parties, and they usually were pulled off with military precision. The entire evening was orchestrated by her schedule. She was Gerwald's administrative assistant in real life.

  I noticed Falcon and Tula slip off and told my slave to follow me. The red and white ceremony would begin soon.

  A couple who decides to strengthen their D/s bonds or wishes to renew a bonding will often perform this ceremony or a variation. If a couple has drifted apart for some reason, a ritual such as the red and white can be used to renew their bonds to each other. The ceremony itself can be as varied as the couple wishes to make it. It is often very private, just a few people to witness it, and rarely public in the manner of a wedding.

  When we got to the room, the alcohol lamp was lit and Tula and Falcon were standing at the table. I had L.A. kneel a few steps back from that table and told her to watch. Falcon was holding the red rose and Tula was in a simple dress and collar, holding the white rose. I said to Falcon, "I will follow your lead. Just give me a hint as to what you want." He smiled and nodded his agreement.

  Falcon removed Tula's collar and passed it through the flame quickly then returned it to her neck and fastened it tightly. He added a small lock. He looked at Tula very fiercely and said, "This woman I take as my slave and will guide, train, support, and protect her as long as she wishes to be mine."

  He took his closed red rose and pricked her middle finger with one of the t
horns. As the blood from her finger prick began to fall, he let one drop of blood fall on his red rose. Then he took her open white rose and forced another couples of drops of blood and guided them to fall on her white rose on opposite sides of the rose. Tula then, with arms extended and head down, extended the white rose to her Master.

  Falcon took the white rose and pricked his middle finger with a thorn of the white rose. He let two drops of his blood fall on the white rose. One drop of his blood on top of a drop that Tula had shed and one drop alone at the top of the rose so that the white rose clearly showed three drops of blood. He then let a drop of his blood fall on the red rose.

  Tula spoke. "I offer myself to my Master, my love, body and soul I give to him freely for as long as he will have me. It is this slave's hope that she will never disobey or displease him in any way. May I only provide you with love, service, and comfort forever.

  Falcon looked at me and said, "Chain."

  I picked up the eight-foot length of light chain and passed it through the flame bit by bit until the flame had kissed the entire length of it. While I was doing this, Falcon and Tula moved close together. I wrapped the chain about their waists. Falcon then continued his vow to her.

  "We are now joined in blood, body, and soul forever."

  Tula then picked up the vow, "I am bound to you in blood, body and soul forever."

  I removed the chain from their waists and carefully coiled it up. I placed it in the center on a square of red and white cloth and folded it so that both the red and white was visible. I left it on the table in front of the empty vase. They exchanged the roses and each kissed the rose they were now holding. I took the rose from Falcon and Tula and placed them in the third vase. I arranged them with the red rose on top of the white rose. I knew it was up to me to contribute something memorable and I had been thinking about it for a while.

  "Falcon, if it pleases you have your slave kneel." I asked him. He simply pointed to his feet and Tula assumed a kneeling position. When this was done he took her hand. "You two have once again been bound together in Love, Spirit, Blood, Body and Soul. May this bond be an eternal one, lasting beyond this existence. The chain that bound you together shows all the links that have lead you to this moment. The fire has burned away all the meaningless steps you have taken apart from each other. They are gone. You have come together today and renewed your bond to each other. Never forget the bond you have formed here today."

  I took the vase with the roses and handed them to Tula. When she had accepted them I took the cloth with the chain wrapped up in it and handed it to Falcon. Falcon reached down and had Tula rise. He kissed her deeply; it was a pleasure to watch her body melt into his. Falcon took Tula's hand and led her away. I was sure that they had made provisions for a room at the manor, and that we would not see them again until morning.

  After they left, I put out the lamp and moved the little table out of the way. L.A. looked at me with a tear in her eye. "That was beautiful, Master," was all she said. I moved her to a couch and we sat down. I moved her head to my lap and sat there stroking her hair. I was deep in thought.

  Yes, it was a beautiful ritual, and I wondered what had brought the two of them together to perform this here at this time. I hoped that my words were up to what they expected. I sat in this reverie for about ten minutes. It took the sound of a bell being rung from room to room by Zin to get my attention. The dancers would be starting soon so I got up and took L.A.'s hand.

  The playroom had been rearranged with the equipment pushed to the side. Floor pillows had been placed about the perimeter with the exception of one large chair for Gerwald. This left a large open area in the center where the dancers would perform. The lights were lowered so a warm area of light in the middle of the room was all that remained. Zin's special troupe was gathered in one corner, talking and laughing and checking each others' makeup and adjusting costumes and veils.

  The musicians were warming up on hand drums and flutes. The room was filled with hushed conversations and rhythmic snatches of music here and there. Gerwald finally entered, sat down, and clapped his hands three times.

  Zin went to the center of the room and made a short introduction. "Masters and Mistresses, tonight for your pleasure we present to you my students and your slaves." This was followed by light applause from the crowd. The music began and the first of the dancers took their assigned places on the floor. The first was a group of three performing a typical belly dance. Soon they began to move to the wonderfully primitive music. The dance lasted about ten minutes. Just to watch them aroused lust if I was any example.

  I was watching L.A.'s reaction to this and wondering what she would look like in time. Her eyes were wide as she watched and wondered whether she could do this. The zills, the little finger cymbals the dancers wore, kept time to the music and added to the rhythms of the music. All too soon the dance was finished and they left the floor to light applause and murmurs of appreciation.

  Another group of three moved to the center of the floor, with Zin this time. This dance was more polished and choreographed than the last. Each movement was meant to display something and showcase something about the dancers. They moved about the floor and danced their beauty to the crowd, then separated to move to special places. Before it was over, each dancer had been in front of her Dom to perform just for him.

  When Zin was in front of Gerwald, each movement seemed to beg Gerwald to take his slave to someplace more private. The dance ended with a crescendo of drums that left each slave lying on the floor in a pool of silk with their bodies shining in the light with sheen of sweat, breath coming in gasps. More than one man who lay about the floor in that sea of pillows adjusted his clothing to make room for things that had become erect.

  Zin got up and went to the center of the floor and invited everyone to have some refreshments. Many got up or told their slaves to get them something to drink. An assortment of soft drinks, tea, and coffee was arrayed on a table on one side of the room. The next dance would be in a few minutes. This was Zin's way of giving everyone a breather so they could cool down and get under control. Up until this point the dancers had all worn belly dancing costumes of sorts, but this was just the beginning. Zin had the dancers to one side giving advice or words of encouragement to some of them. What was coming next was anyone's guess.

  After about fifteen minutes of this, Gerwald went to the wall where the whips were displayed and chose one. He cracked the whip to get everyone's attention. He returned to his chair and most went back to their places but a few lingered here and there. Gerwald went to center of the room and all conversation ceased.

  "Masters and Mistresses, Honored Guests, I now give you a recreation of the Sultan's favorite, 'The Dance of the Seven Veils'." Six dancers took the floor with their hands raised over their heads and the backs of their wrists touching.

  This had been popularized during the silent film era and gave filmmakers a way to expose a little flesh without getting into trouble. But as with most things during that era, it is rooted in fact. The dance was done for a variety of reasons, mostly to appease an angry Master who had life and death rights over a slave. If the slave was sent away from a Master in disgrace, she might be given one more chance for life. If she danced well and filled her Master with lust and desire, she would be given another chance to submit to her Master. If not, a captured female's life became very hard or nonexistent.

  The dancers assumed a position on the floor; all were clad from head to foot in layers of silk without even the eyes exposed. The music began with a slow steady rhythm from a hand drum, and the dancers began to move in time with the music. The music lasted about three minutes and increased in tempo and ended with the dancers removing the first veil in unison, exposing their eyes.

  After a few seconds when they moved to different positions on the floor, most ended up in front of their Masters, where they would remain for the rest of the dance. For many this was an exercise in control.

  Would they be able t
o finish the dance before their Master seized them and dragged them off to someplace quiet?

  The music began again, a little faster this time, and ended some five minutes later when all the slaves were stripped again in unison, hair and face exposed but all still standing. Most were breathing hard and a little light applause started.

  The flute started a short introduction, calling them back to attention. All took the same position as they had assumed in the beginning and then all the hand drums began. They were harder this time and more insistent, faster and more primitive. Again the dancers swirled away and then came back to the audience. This time they swayed to the music in ever-increasing and deepening movements. When they bent at the waist this time, unbound hair touched the floor. The veil about their shoulders and necks came off of one arm and then the other. The tempo deepened and stopped. The lights were dimmed for a moment and when they were turned back on, the dancers were in a circle in the center of the room.

  The music began again. The dancers again swirled in tight circles. When the music ended this time, all were on their knees with the third veil removed, exposing necks and shoulders. It revealed the collars of those dancers who were slaves.

  Now that the facade of the veils had exposed their collars, the dance began again. These were not free women who were dancing now but women who had known their sensuality awakened. They knew themselves owned. The movements were more pronounced now, sensual and exciting. In rapid sequence over the next few minutes the fourth and fifth veils fell away. One veil that had concealed their breasts and that covered past the waist and another wound about the belly that covered to the ankles fell to the floor, leaving the dancers wrapped in only two veils. Still the music continued and they danced their beauty before an appreciative audience. Again this ended with the dancers on their knees in front of their Masters with their arms stretched out above their heads.