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Authors: G. Stuart Crane

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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 my 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 finished 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.

 

With my slave occupied, I went around the house again to see if I had missed anything, then went into the security room and played with the video system. You could watch everything from here and I enjoyed looking at the preparations when I noticed a setup that caught my eye. I went to that room to look at things more closely.

 

A small table had been set up with a white silk covering. She was placing several items on it including a length of chain, a metal collar, a large alcohol lamp, matches, and a cut crystal covered dish.

 

Two flower vases that held a spray of closed red roses and open white roses had just been set on the table. A collared woman I didn't recognize was making these preparations. She knelt as I entered the room. I went to the table and looked at the results. What feelings it stirred in me.

 

A red-and-white ceremony would occur tonight. A small ceremony between a Master and his sub used to give or renew vows, not unlike a marriage ceremony. The last time I had been at one was with Gerwald and his slaves. I had been proud to stand besides my fried and envious of his luck and his slaves. It took me a few seconds but a name finally clicked when I took a good look at the collar on her throat. The collar was my work.

 

"Is your Master is known as Falcon?" I asked.

 

The woman stood and started to remove most of the thorns from the roses with a small set of scissors. "Yes. My master is Falcon and I am his humble slave, Luta." she answered.

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