The Accidental Sub

by Crane, G. Stuart

  "You will not have that problem here. How does your Master usually punish you? What were you seeking?" I asked the failed slave at my feet

  She responded, "The whip of the silks."

  Among some of the practicing D/s crowd, this was to bind her to the bed and arouse her but not let her find her release. Some enjoyed this more than the actual act of the orgasm. What is punishment to one is pleasure to another. I suspected that this was the reason for denial of sexual release.

  "Next Wednesday, you will prepare dinner for the two of us. I will give you both more details later but, you will be the maid at that dinner. I will expect you serve with perfection, humility, and deference.

  She said nothing but nodded her head. I saw a tear escape and start to work its way down her cheek.

  I looked at L.A.. "The handcuffs and whips are in the toy bag in the car. Go fetch the bag and bring them to me. I have a new slave who has to be introduced into this house."

  L.A. frowned but quickly got up and went to do my bidding. I looked at Susan and decided her fate. She was theoretically an experienced slave, but a failed slave. There would be no mercy for this one at all. She had admitted she had deliberately disobeyed. I would not accept this.

  L.A. returned with the toy bag and I began to pull out the whips, crops, and floggers. I chose all except three of the most serious ones and laid them on the floor in front of her. Then I looked at Susan.

  "Choose," was all I said to her. She looked at the remaining items in front of her with a look of sheer horror. Up to this point she had been playing a game. It had just gotten very real. Tears began to course down her face in earnest now, but she pointed to one in the middle. The handle was one inch square of mahogany, two feet long with two and a half foot lashes of stiff, broad leather attached to each side of the square. The bottom half of the wood was wrapped in black nylon cord to give it strength. Of the implements I had laid out, she had chosen the worst of the bunch. I had only used it once. I would have to be careful with it.

  I took the thong from her neck with the key and put it around LA's neck. "Do you want to watch?" I asked her.

  She paused and looked at the whip. "No, Master," was all she said. I took her out into the garage and gave her a few instructions.

  “I will deliver Susan to your house in a half hour or so. Prepare your guest room for her. I want the bondage straps I made for you on that bed so she can't seek release at night. She is in effect yours for the next few days. I want her worked hard. I want her punished if she doesn't obey. I'll do that if you can't. When I get there, have a necklace of some kind available so I can use it as a temporary collar. I want you beautiful and dressed elegantly so there will be an obvious difference between the two of you. Be ready to receive Susan and me when we get there.”

  I pulled down her jeans and I put the belt with the randomly controlled vibrator on her and inserted the vibrator. “I want you to turn this on as soon as you get home. You may not cum until I grant you that permission. I want you hot and wet when I get to your house. Again this will call attention to the differences between you two.” Then I gave her a quick kiss and a pat on the fanny.

  She left quickly. I think this turn of events had scared her. When I returned to the kitchen, Susan was still kneeling and weeping. "Clean up the kitchen and lunch. No leftovers. Throw it all away." She did these tasks quickly and with fervor I had not seen to this point. She had been almost lethargic, responding with minimal effort and activity. I didn't know whether the enormity of what she had gotten into had finally sunk in or whether she was trying to placate me, but she finally had some fire. It helped her plight a little but not much.

  When she had finished she came back to where I was sitting and knelt. "Hand me the whip," I said and she picked up the flogger properly, first kissing it, then handing it to me with head down and arms extended. I took the flogger, picked up the handcuffs and took her out to the garage. I lowered the winch then looked at Susan. Her tears had dried and she seemed resigned to her fate.

  "Strip, Susan," was my next command and the light summer dress came off. She stood before me now in the chastity belt and lock. I had other keys for the locks, as this was the common set I used for cuffs and collar. All of these locks answered to the same key and I removed the belt. I had second thoughts about the handcuffs; for LA's benefit, I would not want to mark her. LA might have guests, and a bruised wrist on Susan would invite questions. I switched to the leather cuffs and cuffed her wrists. Then I added a short connecting chain between them. I put the connecting chain over the winch hook and hit the button to raise it. I left her on the balls of her feet.

  I walked about her a time or two admiring the view. Finally I stood in front of her. "You are a new slave being introduced into this house. You are about to be given and introductory whipping. I do this for two reasons. The first is so that you will know that if you challenge my will, punishment will follow. The second is so that you will know that I am strong enough to punish you. Twenty five lashes, and if you so much as think of disobeying me or my slave, your next session will make you think this was a loving back rub."

  I lifted her head with the whip. "Do you understand?"

  She sobbed a bit at that but said, "Yes, Sir."

  I prepared the lash by rubbing the length of the leather with mink oil to make it supple. The leather by itself was very stiff and would cut flesh if I got careless. After the blades were very supple, I then laid the leather to her back. I gave her no warm up, but being careful with the lashes and holding back on my strength, I began to apply it to her back. The length of the whip she had chosen simply gave me too much leverage. I had only used it once and had seen an experienced slave who liked the lash faint after caressing her twenty times with it.

  At ten light strokes she stopped crying. It was agony for her to catch her breath. I moved from her ass to her back, avoiding the lower lumbar region, and began again. By the twentieth stroke she was hanging by her wrists. She could not even balance on the balls of her feet anymore. I moved to the front and applied the last five strokes to her breasts, belly and sex. For these I stood closer to her, and shortened my grip on the lash to cut down on my leverage. The stripes of the lashes on her breasts showed bright red and stood out on her fair skin. Her back and ass looked like they were sunburned, so complete had her beating been.

  "That was twenty five, now the final lash to remind you that you are a slave." This I applied squarely to her bottom. I hit the button on the winch to let her down. Her legs would not hold her weight, and she collapsed on the floor of my garage. I sat down as well. We were both covered in sweat. I had been careful and she had not passed out.

  It was now about one in the afternoon on a hot Sunday afternoon in Dallas. The heat in the garage had to be 120 degrees with the door to the garage closed. We were both dehydrated. After getting her a bottle of water and seeing that she drank most of the liter, only then did I get one for myself and drained it as well. This had been hard on both of us. Disciplining a slave can be hard work.

  I opened the outside garage door about halfway to spill a little of the heat and the slight breeze from outside felt wonderful. Susan stirred when the door opened and winced as harsh sunlight fell over her body. In the full light of day I got a better look at her body and I was pleased to see that my precautions had been good. I did not see a serious mark or cut anywhere. Bright pink well warmed flesh but nothing that indicated damage.

  “Stand,” I told her. When she stood I took her by the hair and led her inside to the cool of the house. I sat her down and waited for her to recover a bit. I got us both some water. Her breathing stayed ragged for a bit before it calmed down. I again took a good look at her body. The bright red of her body had changed to a soft pink. Now that the cool of the house had hit us, we had gone from sweaty to sticky. I motioned Susan to follow me and we went to the bathroom.

  I stripped and entered the shower then motioned Susan in. I had her bathe me then herself. We stepped out and I ha
d her towel me off. I left her there and went in search of the belt, her clothes, and the bag. I found these and gave her the bag. "Do your hair. No makeup," I told her. I watched her tackle these tasks. She was performing now with some speed. She ended up being a lot more attractive than she had presented herself at the auction.

  When she was done, I put the belt on her and locked her in it then tossed her the dress. She slipped it on and I got her in my car. I stopped long enough to get the test equipment out of the car. We left after that. I was about a half hour behind my slave.

  When we got to L.A.'s house, her car was outside and the garage was open and empty. She must have thought about this and I approved of her plans. I was able to get Susan into her house without much effort or arousing the interest of the neighbors.

  If L.A. had followed my instructions she would be in her living room and prepared to receive Susan. She would also be just about on the verge of insanity from the little vibrator tucked inside her cunt. I had Susan get her bag and went into the house with her following me. We went through the kitchen and into the living room to find L.A.. She was on the couch and was dressed in one of her slave dresses. Every line of her body showed through the dress in the soft light of that room. At my request she had put a towel on the floor in front of her. A large gold costume jewelry necklace was on the towel.

  I waited to see what Susan would do. When she saw what had been prepared, she stripped and assumed a kneeling position on the towel. The position she had assumed was that of a tower or house slave, and I approved. I had held out my hand to L.A. and she took it and stood up for me.

  I took her into my arms and hugged and kissed her deeply. Again I marveled at the way her body melted to mine. We completely ignored Susan while I had my lovely L.A. in my arms.

  When I broke the kiss she laid her head on my shoulder and asked me very quietly, "Please, Master, turn off the vibrator."

  I nodded my head and while getting my hand under the dress, I found her thighs were wet with her juices. My little toy had kept her on the edge. I turned it off. If Susan disobeyed, I would have L.A. use it on her and not allow her to cum.

  L.A. breathed a sigh of relief when I turned my little gadget off. I whispered to her to pick up the necklace. After she got the necklace we stood in front of Susan.

  "Good evening, Susan. You are here to start your week as a slave who was purchased at auction. I will ask you now to submit to me as your Master and to L.A. as your Mistress. If you accept, your Mistress will place a necklace, a chain about your neck as an outward symbol of your slavery to us." I paused and watched her reactions as I spoke again. "Now choose, or be returned to your Master."

  She waited a heartbeat or two, then put her head to the floor and stretched her arms out in front of her. Her butt was high in the air.

  "I submit to you as my Master and Mistress in accordance with the terms of my Master and my sale," she said, barely loudly enough to be heard with her face into the floor as it was.

  I had never seen a declaration of submission done exactly that way, but different Masters have different ceremonies for this. After she said this, she went back to a kneeling position with her head down. I motioned to L.A. and she went to the new slave and put the necklace on her.

  She was now a beaten, submitted, and collared slave. L.A.'s face had a look of wonder and perhaps joy on it from the gift I had given her. She looked at me with a big question mark on her face as if to say, "What do I do with her now?"

  I helped her a little. "Susan, go and start on the kitchen. Do the dishes, counters, then clean out the fridge. Remove all of the shelves and clean them throw out anything that seems bad or old. Then mop and wax the floor. Your Mistress will show you where the supplies are and fill you in on anything special she might require. Now put on the dress and go.”

  She got up and dressed then left. I held L.A.'s hand as she had made a move like she was going to go also.

  As I anticipated, a woman cannot stand another woman mucking about in "her" kitchen. When Susan was out of sight I told L.A. to go and show her where the supplies were and to briefly look in the refrigerator and show her what to throw out, then come back to me. When she returned, the look on her face was one of indecision.

  She settled on the floor in front of me and finally said, "Please, Master, tell me what I am going to do with her?"

  I chuckled then said, "Whatever you want within the parameters of these instructions." I then handed her the letter that came with Susan at the auction. She scanned the note first then read it a second time with some care.

  She looked up and shook her head as if agreeing then looked at me and said, "What horrible thing did she do to make her Master to put her up at auction?"

  “Other than what she has told us, I have no idea.” I responded. “I want you to find out as much as you can. In the meantime, get her to thoroughly clean your house. Have her do all the little things you never get time for. Then I will take her to my house and have her do the same to mine. If you can find out something more about what she did, that will help determine how we handle her. You two should trade experiences as well. Perhaps exposure to this lifestyle from another perspective might help you.”

  L.A. nodded her agreement, then I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. I made gentle love to her for a half hour or so and gave her multiple orgasms.

  My only command to her was to yield as she was fighting her first orgasm. With another slave in the house, L.A. was feeling a bit inhibited. I had not shut the door to the bedroom. I wanted her cries of pleasure to be heard by Susan. This would remind Susan of what she was missing. L.A. and I were both tired from this weekend and neither of us were up to anything strenuous. We did have a nice half hour or so of pillow talk to just enjoy each other's company and do a lot of cuddling. During that time I made a few other suggestions on how to handle her house guest.

  We went to the kitchen about an hour later to find Susan working on her fridge. I left and headed home. I still had stuff to do before Monday morning but was feeling very relaxed and contented. L.A. would call me if anything happened and I would be in touch with her every day. The main thing for L.A. to do during the week was to give a detailed set of instructions to Susan in the form of a checklist that would serve as her guide during the day while L.A. was at work.

  As long as the checklist was completed when LA returned, Susan would be fine. An incomplete list would result in a punishment of some kind. Written instructions were very important for this kind of arrangement. I knew to avoid verbal instructions. One of the strange assignments Susan would do was alphabetizing the spices in L.A.'s spice rack, one of those little things that L.A. had always wanted to do but had never gotten around to. The next couple of days would prove instructive for both.

  I stopped at the market on the way home and got my groceries for the week and, as became my habit, I purchased enough for two for most of the week. It broke up the trip home and made the time go by. The rest of that day was spent playing catch up. The penance for a weekend spent at play.

  Before I went to bed, I called L.A. to see how things went that day. She reported no problems with Susan and the housework was being done. She admitted that house had needed a through cleaning and Susan was doing an excellent job. She would run out of things for her to do by Wednesday. I made a few suggestions for jobs for Susan such as washing the windows inside and out, washing and waxing her car, mowing the grass and weeding the flower beds.

  Monday dawned bright and hot. After getting to work and checking the network, I found very little to do. A number of the small things such as clearing alarms had to be done. All of this went very fast. I did have a lot of E-mail and paper mail that had to be sorted through. Always the paperwork associated with maintaining a large network was completed as well. I called L.A. about lunchtime to check on her. Things had gone all right the night before with Susan. I could not ask over the phone whether Susan had accepted nighttime bondage. From L.A.'s tone it sounded like everythi
ng had been fine. She had left a lengthy list of tasks to do and would tell me more after work.

  I finished the day having dug myself out of a mountain of paperwork. My evening call confirmed that things had gone according to plan with Susan. I had L.A. caress herself to a massive orgasm that night before I let her sleep. I made plans for Wednesday and composed and sent a long E-mail then went to bed.

  By Wednesday I had fallen into work again with vigor that I had not possessed the rest of the week. I called L.A. at lunch time and she reported that my instructions were being carried out to the letter and that she and Susan would be ready for my arrival that night. Again I dispatched the day's work with enthusiasm and left on time like a regular person. I headed for her place after work and a dinner engagement.

  When I went by the front of the house it looked great. The little yard had been cut and the grass cuttings collected and bagged. I noticed that the flower beds had been recently groomed and new flowers had been planted around the perimeter. When I pulled to the back house, L.A.'s car was there and it sparkled in the slanting dusk light. Not a speck of dirt was to be seen on that little Miata. It had clearly been hand waxed.