The Accidental Sub (5 page)

At 55 minutes I heard her say, "I'm ready Master." I entered the bathroom and my eyes examined the closely. I must admit I was surprised. Gone was the cool executive. Here was a much more elemental woman. Her eye makeup was heavier and the lipstick darker than our first meeting. It made me wonder so I asked. "Did Diane tell you how to make yourself up?"

She looked at me in the mirror and said "I asked her for some tips and - I practiced last night." I smiled at this.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, do you see an executive or a slave prepared for her Masters pleasure.”

"A slave." she said her voice excited. The effect was stunning.

I had noticed one defect in makeup and decided to fix it immediately.

"Position!" I snapped.

She quickly sank to her knees with her hands behind head, knees wide apart.

I slapped one breast and then the other. Hard enough that my hand prints were visible on her flesh. I pointed to her breasts and said, "Nipples, darker." then watched her race back vanity began applying color to her nipples. After a few minutes I went back to her and said, "Time."

She put down what she was doing and looked at me in the mirror. She had made up her nipples and touched up her face where tears had left tracks down her cheeks.

I unlocked the chain from the vanity and pointed to the bedroom, "On the bed, belly up and spread eagle." She zipped past me with a jangle of chain and was in place in seconds.

I quickly attached her wrists to the straps with locks. The ty-wraps were holding so I left them on. I put ankle cuffs on her then attached these to the straps as well. It took a couple of moments to adjust the straps to my liking. I sat down next her.

"What do you think happens next?" I asked.

"You are going to take my bush Master," she replied.

"Yes, it leaves you more naked then naked. Did Diane tell you about this?"

"Yes Master, I was going to trim it but Diane ordered me not too. She said it was yours to take." Anne answered a bit breathlessly.

"Did she tell you what to do after?" I continued.

"Yes Master, she said that I would have to maintain it however you left it."

"Did she tell you how I left her?" I ran my hands through her soon to be gone pussy hair watching her body tremble.

"Yes Master, she said she was hairless from the neck down, she also said that you had sent her to a salon for a complete body wax several times."

I grabbed her bush and pulled hard. "I hope you see an advantage to having a shaven cunt."

She closed her eyes, gasped slightly and finally said

"Yes Master."

I gathered a few things I needed and a towel. I had her raise herself just enough to get the towel under her. I keep a closely trimmed beard and use a Groomsman electric trimmer to keep it trimmed. I turned this on and in just a few strokes had removed most of her pubic hair. After adjusting the Groomsman for a lower setting, I repeated the process and it left her pubic hair short enough for shaving.

I washed her with a wash rag that had been soaking in hot water. This I placed on her crotch and let it set. She struggled a little when this was placed on her body, but the best she do could was twitch a little. I changed the washcloth with a fresh one when it cooled. I lathered up the area, and then I took a disposable razor to her crotch.

“Be as still as possible,” I told her. “I don't want to nick or cut you.” Going with the grain mostly, her crotch was soon was quite bare.

The few remaining hairs near her slit I took care of with small scissors. She struggled a little when I did this. I then gave it the "Silk Test". I did this by running a silk scarf over the recently bared area, feeling for any small tug. I found one and ran the razor over it again. This time, the newly bared area passed. While I was at it I checked her arms and legs. They also passed the test. "I expect to find you this way from now on, do you understand?"

"Yes Master," she said. "May I ask what that was?"

"That was a silk scarf, if I run that over your body and find that it hangs anywhere, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Do you know why I do this to my subs?" I asked her softly.

"I think so Master, Diane said it was a constant, very personal reminder of your possession of me."

I caress her pussy. She was still quite wet. I pushed a finger into her and started moving it in and out and was surprised at the amount of moisture there. After a dozen strokes, she was starting to climax. I stopped to see what her reaction might be. She whimpered a little then and said hoarsely, "Please don't stop.”

"That's Master to you slave. I did not give you permission to cum. You have not even begged for that privilege yet."

I went back to moving my fingers in and out of her pussy and teasing her clit with the other, watching her very carefully. She was thrashing her head back and forth and moaning a great deal. I started, and stopped several times wanting to hold her on the ragged edge of orgasm.

She finally started moaning loudly. "Master let your slave
cum, I have to cum, let you slave cum."

At that I said, "Cum Anne."

She let out a long low moan and I felt her whole body shake. Even as bound as she was, it shook the bed. When her orgasm quit I started gently caressing her. She was gasping in very rapid pants I sat on the bed and let her breathing return to normal. When I was happy with her breathing, I opened the snap links on her arms and legs and flipped her over on her belly. It was time to cool her down.

I keep rabbit skins in the toy bag for rubdowns. Just the feel of fur next to bare skin is quite sensuous to some. I got these out and started giving her a through massage using a rabbit skin for each hand. With the fur of the skins reducing friction I need no massage oil. After a few minutes she went completely limp and relaxed under my touch.

The formula for giving a massage is simple. Work from the extremities towards the heart. When muscles tense they constrict the capillaries. By massaging the muscles, it relaxes them and they loosen their hold on capillaries. This allows venous blood (return blood) to be returned to the heart and lungs for oxygen. If this is understood, the after care of a sub becomes simple and sensuous.

I was exploring my slave. Soon I would know her better than she knew herself. I was looking for moles, scars, pimples, evidence of surgery, all the while checking her body for reactions to my touch. I looked for muscle tone and skin color. After finishing her back, I had her turn over and did the same thing for the front. I did however save her breasts for last.

Prior to massaging them, I did a complete breast exam looking for lumps. After finding nothing out of the ordinary, I ran the fur over them and watched her body's reactions to this stimulation. Soon her nipples were quite hard again but otherwise she was still mellowed out by my attentions.

As I was finished was finishing her massage I leaned close to one ear and said. “Describe the orgasm if you can.”

"Intense master, I have never felt so open, so exposed, so helpless. You kept me on the edge for what seemed like an hour. I have never cum that hard or that long before. Once you let me cum I could not stop shaking." She replied.

I smiled at this, "For your first slave orgasm, it was acceptable. Do you begin to see the attraction for this lifestyle?"

To this she smiled faintly "Yes Master."

"I noticed a small surgical scar on the side of your belly, what was that?" I asked.

"Appendicitis operation Master." she replied.

"What about the small scars on your knees?" I asked touching them.

"Bicycle accident when I was very young. Nobody has ever noticed them before." She answered.

"And the tiny scar on your left hand, what was that from?” I asked while continuing to caress her.

"Cutting up chicken for my mother when I was a youngster, I slipped with a knife." She replied.

"As I said, I will know my slave, every inch of you from that gray hair on your head down to your chipped little toenail. You are property now. Something to cherished and cared for. All right, a bit housekeeping! First, from this moment on, you are not allowed bra, panties, or panty hose. Stockings and garters are the rule. Clothing that has nether closures such as slacks are forbidden. I will expect skirts or a dress full-time from now on. I expect to be able to meet you for lunch at any time from now on and be able to touch my shaved pussy instantly. Length of the skirt is up to you. Tampon if you require it. Did Diane explain these things to you? Do you understand?" I asked.

"Most of it Master, I am sure I will have questions but they will work out as time goes by. She said swimsuits were an exception, but you usually require as tiny a two piece suit as I can get by with. I do have one question now, Master?" She said.

"What would that be?" I asked.

"Am I permitted a bra at work?" she asked, her voice trembled a little but she continued, "Diane said that you would have to decide about that."

I had to think about one; Diane was much smaller than Anne was, and she could go without a bra most any time and get away with it. I got up from the bed and got one of my tee shirts from the dresser and tossed it to her. “Put it on,” I said.

When she had this done I said, “Walk the length of your chain and return. Continue until I tell you to stop.”

She walked to the bathroom and came back. I only had to watch for a second. Her body movement was very pronounced. The nipples literally poked through the fabric. The breasts jiggled and swayed with every step. It was however, quite enjoyable to watch. She completed three of these circuits before I told her to stop. "Take off the shirt and continue." I finally told her. She removed the shirt and continued her loop to bathroom and back making the chains jangle.

"To the bed as you were." She went back to the bed and returned to same position, as she had been when she left. She looked at me with a very concerned look awaiting my decision.

I said, "For you the lack of a bra is very obvious and would break my rule of a plain vanilla exterior. If you showed up at work without one, it would start talk. A bra is permitted except in my presence or at those times and persons I may specify." She visibly relaxed at that and I again began my massage.

"But I do expect your bras to be something a little more exotic from now on,” I commented.

I continued my ministrations to her body, touching and caressing, then I said, "You do realize that as of right now, Diane is your mistress don't you? She continues to be first slave even though she is separated from me by distance. Obey her as you would me."

Anne looked at me and said, "I know that Master. We talked about that. Our talks covered a lot of things."

With that I picked up the phone and called Diane. She picked up on the first ring. After I said Hello, she almost yelled at me. "OK Master give, did you accept her?"

I laughed and said, "Yes, but remember your deference. She is here now and I want you to talk to her."

I handed the phone to Anne and then left the bed to pick up a few things. Hearing only one side of the conversation of course left many gaps. What I heard was.

“Yes, Mistress, I am wearing his collar.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“No, Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“No Mistress.”

As they talked I continued the massage. Finally I heard "Yes Mistress, here is the Master.” And Anne handed me the phone.