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  The Accidental Sub

  Hardcore BDSM

  By: Master G

  ISBN: 978-1-62761-030-8

  © BLVNP 2013

  Chapter 1

  Random Events

  It had been a long hard week in tech support. AT&T's failure of its frame relay network had revealed the problems in our network followed by outages. Our team had all been putting in 14 plus hour days. By late Friday afternoon we had patched, repaired, replaced and band-aided our network back together and our supervisor invited us all out to a local watering hole for drinks, darts, and some much needed de-compression.

  I was tired and I must admit not at my best when after losing my first game of darts a lady patron of the bar walked up to me. She handed me a napkin and said, "Get some sleep and call me." She rapidly left the bar and my witty rejoining comment on this was, "Huh, What did she say?" to one of my colleagues.

  As much as we had been venting our problems on the events of the last three days, we were sure that the entire population of the bar knew who we were and what we did. My colleague suggested that it was probably someone from a competing firm looking for a "network-rat". In an area like Dallas/Ft Worth, this was not unusual.

  The napkin went into my pocket and I did not give it another thought. The incident did make me realize how tired I really was. I could not make conversation unless it concerned Servers, Routers, LAN's, Modems, IP addresses, TCP/IP protocols T1's or DS-3's. With that depressing thought, I finished my beer drove the forty-five minutes home and went to bed. I did not check phone messages or e-mail, just used the bathroom, shucked my clothes into a pile on the floor and fell into bed.

  Ten hours of sleep found me rested and my head was clear but my attitude grumpy. It was Saturday, and theoretically I was not on-call for the weekend. With a great deal of satisfaction I turned off my pager and cell phone.

  If they needed me they had my home number. It was time to catch up with the work that had suffered during the last few days. By mid-afternoon I had caught up on all household chores. The mail was sorted and bills paid, yard mowed, the house picked up, and grocery shopping done. Now it was time to do the laundry.

  While cleaning out my pants pockets I found that napkin. Wrapped in the napkin was a new, in-the-package condom with a phone number on it. I must say this got my attention. So much for the job offer theory.

  After getting my first load of laundry started, I decided I would call her, explain my orientation, say "no thanks" then get on with things.

  When I made the call to the condom number, I got an answering machine. Her name was Anne. I left a message with name and phone number and indicated that I was the man she had given a napkin and condom to last evening.

  Several hours later she did call. The conversation was pleasant. I did explain my "orientation" and that I did not think it would work but I was quite flattered and thanked her for her gift of trust last evening. The call ended coolly but amicably and then I figured that that was over. Back to work for me and finish the household chores.

  My current sub, Diane, had left me a few months ago with my blessings. Her mother was in an assisted-care facility in Florida and now needed need full-time care. She had accepted a teaching position at a university there to be with her mother and pursue her doctorate as well.

  I got a chance to call Diane and we had a great conversation about her and my recent work experience. I got the usual “You work too hard and too long” then a pause and “Master” was tacked on the end. She seemed to be in one of her playful moods.

  “So have you hooked up with Adrian and his sub Elsie” I finally asked her. I had pointed her to acquaintances of mine in Florida. Although she was removed from me by distance, I saw no sense in letting her submissive nature languish. I had asked my friend and his sub to take care of her when she needed a Dom or a friend.

  “Yes Master,” was her answer. “They have scene parties once a month or so and I have met lots of new people. Adrian is keeping me informed of what's happening in the local area and Elsie is helping me arrange nursing care for Mom.”

  “Anything else?” I finally asked. I got a long pause at that, then an “Elsie and me have been shopping and she has shown me every fetish store up and down Interstate 95 from Miami to Ft. Lauderdale to West Palm Beach” she finally admitted. As I had hoped, she was getting a very friendly introduction to the scene there.

  When I asked about her teaching position and doctoral work, I was informed that the commercial internet account was working and her school internet account with access to the school's library and research resources and facilities had come through.

  She was already quite busy and deeply into her research. I got quite a progress report. Her doctoral adviser was “A budding Dom and slave driver” and already wanted preliminary papers and outlines.

  When I told her about my experience of yesterday she stated that she would have been happy to talk with Anne, but it seemed that this was already a dead issue. It had been great to talk to her and part of the isolation I had been feeling had lifted. My mood had greatly improved.

  About seven o'clock that night, Anne called again. She had be
en thinking about our conversation earlier and “Just wanted to talk.” My mood at the time was lighter than earlier and we talked for several hours. Our conversation started out very normally and I let her lead on the topics of conversation.

  She finally got around to bringing up D/s aspect of our earlier conversation with “What attraction do you see in this whips and chains stuff?” My simple answer of “Control.” did not help her much. Still she didn't hang up so I started asking a few questions. “Have you thought about this, does the idea of being in idea of being the complete sexual control of a man excite you?” I finally, asked.

  “Yes I find it exciting,” was the very soft reply.

  I could tell she was very excited by this or she would not have called back. Since our conversation had turned to this subject I had noticed an increase in her breathing.

  The questions continued. “Would I be kept nude?” I began to explain how she might be dressed. A little of what I might demand, and what would be in my control. As the conversation continued, she finally let it slip that she was not getting the introspection she wanted. I listened to her sigh a little and she verbalized a wish “Oh, if only there was a woman I could talk to about this”.

  This I could help her with. But first I would test her to see if she was serious about this. I let my voice turn hard and gave a short harsh command. “Put your hand to your crotch and tell me what you feel”.

  A long pause and then an answer of “Oh heavens I'm wet and aroused and I don't believe I just told you that,” she replied. I had to smile when she told me this. I told her about Diane and commanded Anne to call her and get her slant what this D/s world was about. She would tell her what attraction she saw in it. I figured that this was over before it started, but the fact that she had obeyed earlier gave a hint of promise. I gave her Diane's phone number and ended the conversation. I really didn't want to train a novice.

  The next morning I got e-mail from Diane. Anne had called and the two girls had talked into the wee hours of the morning. Diane had explained many things about the BDSM world to her in intimate detail. She had further described her life as my sub and she said at one point she was explaining to this absolute stranger the best ways to please me. She had even given Anne our e-mail "code" for many of the things we had done in the past.

  She apologized for this and felt that this may have somehow damaged or diminished our relationship. Anne had an Internet account and had told Diane about it and had asked her to pass her address on to me as she had given her mine.

  I quickly wrote her back and told her I was not mad, but to check with me next time before giving away our secrets. If she really needed it I gave her a small penance to pay, to be administered by her temporary Dom (5 lashes with the handmade Suede Cat I had given her). I knew this was a "toy" she really loved a Cat o' 9 tails made of wide soft suede

  All was right with the world again. Chores caught up, bills paid, my house back into reasonable shape, I was already dreading the aftermath at work from the previous week.

  About mid-afternoon I logged on the Internet for a web search on some new hardware for the home computer system. Before logging off I checked mail and found a message from an address that I didn't know, but that looked familiar. I checked the last message from Diane, and confirmed it was Anne's address.

  The message was brief and to the point.

  Subject: Meeting

  Sir:

  I am requesting a meeting to discuss the application SOFTWare

  A.

  This immediately caught my interest "Application SOFTWare" was our code for a sub. Most of our codes were such that they could be received on both personal and business E-mail accounts without arousing suspicion. My company frequently monitors E-mail to make sure that proprietary information is not leaking to an outside source making such precautions necessary. My reply was quick and to the point. I did not want a casual relationship.

  Subject: Re: Meeting

  a.

  You should now know my feelings on vaporware. Unless the application SOFTWare is supported long term, there is no point in this meeting.

  M.G.

  This was my code for saying she had to commit to this for at least a couple of weeks. I was not running an amusement ride for the thrill seeker. After hitting the send button, I had a few regrets and it had been a lonely few months. My work was keeping me very busy and even visiting some of the fetish clubs in the area was getting to be too difficult considering the distances and time involved.

  I finished my web search and read some postings on several newsgroups. When I checked mail again, I was surprised to find messages from both Anne and Diane.

  Diane had written to say she had another phone call and she had "decoded" my last message and what it really meant. She further went on to say that she was quite happy about this turn of events and that I should answer her and accede to her plea.

  Anne's message was again brief:

  Subject: Meeting

  Sir,

  I understand your concern. I would be willing to support long term. I am again requesting a meeting on the acceptance of application SOFTWare.

  a.

  At this point I was somewhat bemused. An accidental sub had just fallen into my lap! Well the game is played in many ways so a response was quickly sent. At least she corrected her previous lack of deference and referred to herself in lower case. She was asking questions and picking up on the subtle nuances of how I had done things in the past rather quickly.

  Subject: Meeting Approved

  a.

  Meeting approved, same place as last time, 1905 hours (7:05 PM). Make no other preparations. The requirements for acceptance of application SOFTWare will be detailed at meeting.

  M.G.

  When I clicked on the send button this time I had to chuckle, this would be an interesting evening after all, no vegging out in front of the TV tonight. I finished my work and checked the clock. I needed to clean up and get ready to go. Even considering the travel distance and allowing for traffic, this would not be a problem.

  I would be near work. If she didn't show up or decided to leave, I could slip into work and check on the network prior to going home. It could make a few brownie points with the boss if things did not work out. Seemed like a win-win situation regardless of the outcome.

  At 7:00 I was sitting in about the same place as Friday, watching my watch (set to within .1 second of National Bureau of Standards time) and the door. I had decided to have a drink after all, it would have looked out of place otherwise and that precluded playing tonight, I don't mix play and alcohol.

  At 7:06 she walked in and spotted me. She visibly hesitated for a couple of seconds, then walked up to give me a kiss on the cheek and saying "Hi Honey, can we get a booth?" I was quite pleased with the way she had handled this. I usually insist that our public personas remain normal. This close to work I wanted everything to look ordinary. She was dressed the same way she was on Friday, a modest business outfit. I did notice that her hair and face were immaculately made up and styled. I found her quite attractive.

  We were shown to a booth. I asked her drink preference and ordered for her. She followed my lead and asked for white wine. We were finally alone after her drink was delivered, and she did ask about the drinks. “Diane said you never drink and play,” she said in a low voice. “Does this mean that nothing will happen tonight?”

  “Nothing will happen tonight other than a little conversation. The lifestyle I have chosen is intense. Alcohol impairs judgment. I won't mix them even a little bit. The same goes for any form of medication or drug. I won't mix those as well.” She was looking at me, obviously trying to figure out how to act. “I'm sure you have lots of questions, let me try and answer them. I'll explain some about what might happen or what you might expect”. When I saw that pretty head nod yes, I smiled at her to encourage her.

  She blurted out her first question. “Would I have to wear anything strange in public or to work?” She looked aroun
d the bar then continued. “Diane said something about a collar.”

  I could see where this was going so I started to explain about that. “I insist on keeping a sub reminded of her submission. Yes, in private you may wear a collar, in public, I use something very subtle. Tell me, do you ever wear a necklace?” She looked a little uncomfortable but nodded yes. “Have you ever wondered if an anklet or ring might mean something else?” Her eyes were wide at this and I saw a slight nod of her head so I continued. “I may have you wear a necklace and fix it so that you could not remove it. You may wear that or wear other jewelry that I command.”

  “But in public - what clothing would I wear in public! I just can't run around like some of the people I see!” She seemed to have concerns about that as well. The panic I was hearing in her voice was very real. Time to put some of her fears to rest. I took her hand and felt it trembling and pulse racing. I sat with her a minute and told her to take a sip of her wine.

  “Outwardly you will maintain a very normal appearance, “Vanilla” as some call it. Behind closed doors or with me at scene parties are very different!” She was listening to me to me now and the trembling had stopped. I continued with some of what I would expect.