The Accidental Sub (19 page)

This action had excited her. She was her arching her body to my hand. I grabbed her clit at this point and gently rolled it between two fingers. My, but she was one hot slave.

This time when I entered her I found a little friction. I began to thrust in and out of her, making sure to strike my body to hers to make a slapping sound. Being blindfolded, the auditory sensation and sensitivity is increased. With each sound her body yielded a little more to me. I kept this up and felt her climax rising again. "You don't have permission to cum until I tell you," I managed to say between thrusts. I had so little friction against my cock that I was very slowly approaching my climax. I kept up stabbing her with my cock in the Japanese pattern of three shallow, two deep, until I felt the tingling in the back of my groin that signaled my orgasm. She had been groaning and shaking her head for a couple of minutes. From the spasms of her cunt, I knew she was ready to cum. I was sure that she was only waiting for my least word to explode.

When I could hold it off no longer, I grunted out, "Cum, LA." Her orgasm triggered mine and we both rode it out.

She was bucking, moaning, and moving under me as I made my last couple of thrusts and felt my seed leave my body. When I was done, I rolled off of her and onto the bed beside her. We were both exhausted. I managed to free one of the snap links on her hand. She was so tired she fell asleep without trying to pull the web belt from under her body or remove the blindfold. When my breath had returned I drifted off also. My last conscious act was to remove the condom.

I woke up a while later. My first thought was that the bed was wet. It was from my slave's secretions. The bedroom reeked of sex. She was still sleeping. It was easy to see where the clamps and clothespins had been on her body. There were a few red marks on her flesh here and there. She had a smile on her face and the blindfold was in place. Her loose arm was in a different position but the other was in the same place.

My bladder had gotten me up, and I checked the time as I went to the bathroom. It was nearly six P.M., and I was hungry. I thought of making dinner for the two of us but then thought better of it. Time for LA learn some of the other duties of a slave.

On the way back to the bedroom I found the ankle cuffs and short lengths of chains and the matching locks and her collar. For this night her only clothing would be black leather and chains. I got the ankle cuffs on her and added the chain and locks between her ankles. The wrist cuff that was still attached to the web belt was released and reattached to the chain with a lock. As that cold chain draped across her belly, she began to stir but did not wake up. The other wrist cuff was locked to the chain as well, and then I added her collar. After getting it buckled and positioned, I removed the eye patches that had served as her blindfold. I cleared the bed of toys and got dressed.

I have found that a slave feels more naked when her Master is dressed. The contrast is obvious and well defined.

After finishing these preparations, I picked up the slapper and struck it hard against my palm. The report from the slapper was quite loud and I saw her open her eyes with a jerk and a start. You might have thought she had been struck from her reaction.

"Out of the bed, slave, and stand for me." She got out the bed with a little difficulty because of the ankle chain. I hooked a finger though the ring on her collar and led her slowly to the kitchen. Her steps were short because of the chains.

"Prepare dinner for two, whatever you can put together. You will make the meal dressed as you are. We have a long night ahead of us and you will need your strength."

Chapter 8

Training Continues

LA stood in the kitchen clad only in my leather and chains. Following my command to make dinner for two, she began to bustle about the kitchen with the chains making a delightful jangle. She had yet to explore my kitchen and did not know where anything was.

It was interesting to watch her finding her way around with her wrists chained about two feet apart. I watched her opening cabinets and drawers. She explored the fridge and found some chicken and soon had this in baking dish with some potatoes and onions. This she put it in the oven and started making a salad. I have to admit that I enjoyed the sight of my nude chained slave engaged in these domestic tasks.

I watched most of this then went to the bedroom and stripped the bed. I keep an additional mattress pad on my bed. This was wet as well as the sheets; I took that off also and checked the mattress. I was glad I'd long since developed the habit of using two mattress pads on the bed and a plastic cover on the mattress.

When I went back to the kitchen, LA was still fussing with the salad. She was trying to hold and chop the vegetables and keep the chain off of the cutting board and her breasts out of the way.

I went back to the bedroom and went into my linen closet and got fresh sheets, pillowcases, and a mattress cover and laid these on the dresser. I put on a clean cover, but would have her finish the rest. I pulled the bondage straps off of the bed they would be modified with a new buckle. I would take these into the garage and work on them. When I checked on her next she was setting the table, the kitchen timer was set and showed thirty-five minutes until the chicken would be done.

When she had finished setting the table, I told her to make up the bed and when she finished, she was to kneel on it as before and wait for me, or for the kitchen timer to go off I went to the garage with the broken straps.

I had an idea on the buckles. Two welded rings together in the same loop in the web belt, similar to that used on macramé belts in the early '70s, I had to test this configuration.

When I got back to the bedroom, LA was kneeling in the middle of a made-up bed with a forlorn look on her face, not unlike a child who had been sent to time out. When she saw me her face brightened then went serious when she saw the straps I was carrying. When she had figured out what they were, her face changed again to a cross between wariness and delight.

I did not say anything but began to add the straps to the legs of the bed. I looked at her. "Get on your back and spread eagle." She quickly assumed this position as far as she could with the chains restricting her movement. I used the snap links as before to attach the straps to her ankles and wrists. The slack pulled out but her wrists and ankles were still held together by the chain and locks. This was perfect for what I had in mind.

"Struggle, try to free yourself, see if you can shake the straps," I ordered.

She began to move back and forth, moving her arms, legs, and torso, trying to pull or twist free of the straps. The double rings held and did not budge an inch. She struggled a few moments then quit.

"Escape," I told her one more time. To encourage her, I put my hand to her cunt. She fought the straps for another few seconds as her body arched into my hand, then became still again.

"I can't, Master, they are holding too well." She was still gently moving her crotch in my hand and her arousal was obvious.

I was going to tell her to struggle again, but the kitchen timer went off. As I was the only one free at the moment I decided to check on the chicken. Before I left I turned to LA. "Don't go anywhere," I said with a grin, and went to the kitchen. After opening the oven and sticking a fork in the potatoes and chicken, I decided it was done. When I returned to the bedroom LA had not moved a centimeter.

I freed her from the bonds and told her to come to the kitchen. She followed me a moment later after wiggling off the bed. I held the chair for her and told her to sit down. I did not want her trying to handle the hot food in her nude and chained condition. I got out the salad dressing and drinks and sat down.

We were both hungry and for the next ten minutes the only sounds were those of her chains and us eating and the odd, "Please pass the salt." It was rather pleasant for me to have my dinner with her dressed in this fashion. She had learned by the end of the meal to coordinate the actions of her chained hands and when to tuck or hold some of her anatomy out of the way. Chicken grease spotted her breasts and chest here and there.

After we finished the meal I had her put the dishes into the dishwasher, then sit back down at the table and gave her one of the low cal popsicle's we had bought earlier.

“Please, Master, I am full and don't need to have dessert,” she protested.

"This is training. I want you to eat this but do not use your teeth. You can use your lips and tongue, and I want you to take as much of the entire length of the Popsicle into your mouth as you can at a time," I commanded.

She timidly began to insert the cold phallic Popsicle between her lips and take in about half the length at a time. I watched this for a little while and made the occasional suggestion of, “Deeper,” or, “Caress it with your tongue,” or, “Suck and lick it.”

In time the Popsicle disappeared and I was happy with the result. She had not used her teeth and toward the end she began to understand what I wanted. She was using her mouth much more sensuously by the time she'd finished.

I would see her cheeks hollow as she applied suction then slowly withdrew it with a little tongue action. I think she realized I was teaching her to use her mouth. I would explore and use all of her. I had yet to sample the talents of her mouth and now I was sure that with a little further training she would excel in this as well.

Watching her perform this act had driven me half wild. My erection was obvious through my slacks. She knew she had caused this and was teasing me with her little show of oral talent. I had noticed the furtive glances at my crotch.

A quick look at her now reveled stiff nipples and breasts that were plump and alive with capillary action and full of blood and need. Her shaven nether lips that could hide nothing were showing traces of moisture. This slave was begging me in any number of non-verbal ways to take her.

I was tempted to take her right there on the kitchen floor. Subject her to a delicious slave rape where the slave is simply ordered to a convenient position on any nearly flat surface and is taken with no preamble or warning. In it she is allowed no feeling other than being dominated and overwhelmed.

In reality the slave in many ways orchestrates this. She can bring about the situation by knowing and using the little things that arouse her master's lust and desire. She can do many things to encourage and guide it. L.A. was doing this now with her little actions. I think perhaps she knew this and was again testing me.

Since she had decided to tease me, I would tease her with something I had been meaning to do. Besides, she'd had dessert and I had not. I once again led her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed on her back. After affixing the straps to all the cuffs, I unlocked the chains from between her wrists and her ankles the pulled out most of the slack. I left about six inches of play in each of the straps. I wanted her to be able to struggle a little and yet to feel helpless at the same time.

My favorite dessert: slave. ”I am going to kiss and lick ever exposed inch of you. This is my dessert tonight. Do not talk or make a sound." I said.

Before this evening was out, I would find every sensitive and ticklish spot on her body. I started at her toes and began to kiss and suck and examine each one. Her toenails did not have nail polish on them and I toyed with each one. I licked the sole of each foot and that got a reaction from her. She tried to jerk her feet away only to find that they would move very little.

I tightened up the leg straps just a little, leaving her about three inches of play in them. She had not said a thing yet but she would. Part of the fun would be to see if I could make her say something. After finishing with the bottoms of her feet I started with the tops and worked my way from the arch of her sole to the ankle. I did this with the other foot and got no reaction. I kissed the bone of the ankle and worked to the other of side with little kisses. After finishing one I did the same to the other.

I started from the ankle and kissed my way up her calf to the knee and then back down. It took about four trips to cover the calf with kisses. In the process, I found a nice little place or two to nibble on her calf and when I did she jerked a little but was still otherwise. I started the other calf after moving to the other side of the bed. When I got to the knee this time, I found the little scar from the bicycle accident long ago and spent some time kissing it. One of my favorite spots to kiss and tease is the inside of the knee. Because of the way she was bound, I could not reach it. I would have to flip her over later.