Only Subs Need Apply

[landiek]

Tashara paced for a while after sending the letter. Her mind was filled with several what ifs as she tried to busy herself with the house. She started to gather things that were bequethed to her late Master's children. Separating each person's treasures.. every piece having a special memory attached making Tashara tear up. Surprisingly it took four hours to pack the nine boxes making a larger burden disappear. Now there was the other possessions that were to be given to friends and charitiable orginizations to dispose of.

Tashara looked over the list. She slowly started to make the calls. It took twenty minutes which made her antsy fearing that she might interfer with the incoming call from the Master she wrote to.

Thankfully her calls were well received and responded to as representatives started to arrive for the articles bestowed. She showed the documents that needed signing before removal. She politely attended to all the legality of transaction protecting the honor and memory of William BearDancer.

By five in the evening, Tashara was lieing on the cot that was her bed. Her tears were shed for the things that made up her past, she had to look to the future. That was when she uttered her prayers to the Great Spirit.

 

[Erin_]

She was rapt with attention as he spoke, her lips parted slightly, color flooding her smooth cheeks. She wanted all of what he promised, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything.

He stood then, finishing his speech, “If this is truly what you desire, then it is you who must beg me to accept you as my sub. You must come to me, kneel before me, profess your devotion and subjugation to me, placing your being into my hands. Once you do so, there is no turning back!”

He fell silent, watching her with eyes that seemed to pierce her very soul.

There was only the smallest moment of hesitation, a mere fraction of a second, and she rose, falling gracefully to her knees before him, looking up into his intense and clever eyes.

"I pledge my loyalty to you, my lord. You have my devotion, my service." She faltered, not sure exactly what to say. "I will do everything I can to please you my Lord...to give you every reason to.." Here she paused, words failing her, "Be happy with me."

Her head bowed after she spoke, her hands restless on her lap, fiddling with the hem of her short skirt.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex watched and listened as the apprentice, the new lass did as he had requiredof her. Here knelt Erin at his feet, fumbling for the right words to say as she professed her devotion and subservience to him. Her words stroked his ego as well as swelled his heart ... among other things.

He looked down to Erin, her red hairs tickling her shoulders as she bowed forward. He reached down and lifted her chin so that she may look into his eyes and he into hers. He spoke to her telling her what he expected of her next.

"What it is my little one that you shall do to please me, is to stand upon your feet and strip naked for your Lord. Let my eyes gaze upon your flesh and study your every detail. Please do as I say now."

Rex let go of her chin and watched, waiting for his words to sink in and settle within her young mind. He wanted to see the look pon her face when his words registered in her brain. He wanted to see how quickly and how enthusiastically she responded to his words.

 

[Erin_]

There was no hesitation to obey. Nodding, she rose gracefully to her feet, worrying at her bottom lip as she slowly undid the buttons that fastened her white blouse. When they were all undone, she let the material slide from her shoulders slowly, revealing her red lacy bra more fully.

Once the shirt was pooled at her feet, she slid her hands to her skirt, unfastening it, bending to ease it down her long smooth legs. Straightening, she stood before him in her red bra, a red thong, her white thigh high stockings and her black shoes. Kicking off the shoes, she rested one small foot on his knee, peeling down one thigh high and then the other.

Clear moss green eyes watched him as she moved, had she paused to think, she would have been surprised by her actions, but his dark eyes held her transfixed. She found that she loved him watching her, loved the intensity she saw in his eyes, the glittering hunger in them as they seemed to devour her.

Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, letting the lacy, frothy garment slip down her arms, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor, leaving her only in her thong. Her hands slid to her thighs, pushing down the silky material, still worrying at her bottom lip, her fall of silken red hair shimmering in the light as she moved. Stepping out of her thong, she straightened, completely nude before him, her smooth pale body shivering slightly, but not from cold.

"Turn around for me slowly." His voice was rich, deep and commanding.

"Yes master." Erin obeyed without hesitation. Her body is pale, smooth and unblemished save for a small tattoo on her left shoulder blade, a celtic knot. She held her arms at her sides, her fists curled against her thighs, resisting the urge to cover herself. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she watched him as he studied her.

As she turned, he reached out and cupped her rounded bottom, the pale white backside which was his to do with as he saw fit. His large hands covered the pliable orbs. He squeezed them and fondled them for a few minutes before allowing her to turn back around.

Seeing her in the front again, his hands drifted to her supple breasts, his fingers outlining their shape, feeling their softness, their weight.

She moaned, moving closer to him still, her thigh brushing his knee, her nails digging into her palms to stop herself from touching him. "Please master, may I touch you?"

He watched as she struggled, fighting the urges building within her. "Since you have asked politely, and correctly, I will grant you that request."

She smiled, lifting her hands to his cheeks, her soft fingers running over his smooth skin, moving back to brush through his soft hair, then moving down to his chest, deftly loosening the buttons on the shirt he wore, her touch gentle.

She tugged aside his shirt, exploring his chest, nimble fingers teasing his nipples lightly, his own touch on her skin nearly driving her to a frenzy. She could not seem to catch her breath, too swept up in him, in who he was to her.

Her fingers dancing across his chest, teasing his nipples into tiny pebbles. She was trying her best to please him, and succeeding very well. His breath cought in his throat, "Continue my one."

Fueled by the pleasure she heard so clearly in his voice, she smiled, leaning over him, her lips seeking his earlobe. Her tongue darted out, tracing the shape of his ear, delicately teasing his earlobe as her hands continued their work on his sensitive nipples. Her teeth closed over the lobe of ear just as her hand slid lower, over his stomach, grazing the front of his pants. She settled her weight lightly on his knee, her own legs parted, her sex hot and moist against his thigh.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

There was no denying Rex was enjoying the attentions of this new submissive, who was willingly turning herself over to him. Her body, pale and unmarked, stimulated his imagination, as he envisioned pearly strings of his seed draped across those tits, his fat cock stroking between the tight rounds of her ass, her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him into her as he fucked her over and over again. Those images were burned into his head, listening to her ask politely to touch him.

He granted her that request, already knowing what it was that he was going to expect from her on this very first meeting. Natasha had aroused him the night before, and left him unfulfilled. He was not about to let that happen again!

He sat there and relished in the way her nimble fingers danced across him, unbuttoning him and removing his shirt. That was something she would learn to do very well, for it was something she would be asked to do repeatedly; to undress and dress him, as if she were his personal tailor. He enjoyed the sensations of her warm breath upon his skin as her mouth attended to each of his hardening pebbles, feeling his nips grow stiff.

He told her to continue, calling her his "one." She would always be his little 'one', his 'one' to train, his 'one' to punish, his 'one' to suck his cock, his 'one' to discipline, his 'one' to fuck! He watched as she slipped off his knee and knelt once more before him, her hands nervously reaching towards the belt buckle, undoing it, eying the black leather strap attached to the gold buckle. That same piece of leather would, in the future be used to bind her hands together, bind her feet to the bed posts, or to mark her lily white ass when she failed to please him. She continued to undo the pants and lower the zipper to its bottom limit. She flared open the trousers and reached into his boxers, carefully fishing out his cock, pulling the waistband down, to free it from its confines.

"Take off my shoes, my little one. Then you may finish stripping me. Eventually, Rex was as naked as Erin was, sitting, once again, in his large chair, his cock pointing straight towards the high ceiling. He looked to Erin, kneeling between his knees. "Now, let's see how much training you will need on your Lord's cock..."

 

[Erin_]

Erin smiled warmly into his dark eyes, leaning forward and tracing her tongue around the tip of his shaft, her hand encircling the base of his manhood, applying gentle pressure. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to take him in, her tongue swirling around him as she did so.

His mouth went dry, licking those lips for any trace of moisture. His cock swelling to her touch. He looked down to see her mouth sliding along the length.

Lowering her head, she took more of him into her hot, wet mouth, suckling lightly at first, then more fiercely, her hand stroking him, eager to please him.

His hands return to her head, slowly guiding her up and down, along his length, sometimes short, sometimes long, letting her get used to the length.

She removed her hand from his manhood, fighting the urge to gag as she felt him nudge the back of her throat and go deeper, farther than she had ever taken any man. Relaxing, she held his hips tightly, sucking still. When he guided her head up, she used her tongue to push his tip up against the roof of her mouth, her lips tight around his large organ.

He knew practice would make perfect, but she was handling it so well. Gently easing her up and down, feeling those tight lips excite the sensitive crown, bringing him to the point of near explosion.

Her hand slid from his hips, teasing that delicate underportion of flesh, wanting only to please him, to make sure he did not regret his decision. She felt him enter her throat more fully, her lips against the base of his huge hardness.

He knew her eager new mouth would bring him off quickly. It was not something he wanted to do, but given the circumstances ...

His hips rocked and bucked.

She moaned when he thrust into her mouth, spurred to near frenzy by his display of pleasure, loving the feel of his hard cock thrusting into her mouth.

She sucked him in earnest now, eager for his pleasure, her head moving up and down along his length as quickly as she could, her lips tight around his shaft.

His body went rigid, his hands tightening their grip on her, his shaft pulsing as his seed exploded from it, his orgasm stealing his breath, stealing the strength from his limbs.

She froze when he did, feeling his manhood convulse and jerk in her mouth, feeling his seed burst out, swallowing all that she could as he held her immobile.

His eyes glanced down to see her gulping wildly, a small trickle escaping along her chin as he continued feeding her willing mouth ... his mouth, for she was now his.

She swallowed all that she could, her tongue working to clean every drop from his manhood, pulling back only when that was done, wiping the small trickle from her chin and licking it from her fingers, looking up at him with happy moss green eyes, hoping that she had pleased him.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex sighed, content and relaxed, finally, having relieved his tension, and having found a new dedicated sub. He was a happy man indeed. He stroked Erin's head in a loving manner as she continued to suckle his shaft. "You have done well, my little one." He could see the happiness in her eyes, the joy of acceptance and praise were dancing within those green eyes.

He eased her off his shaft, "Have a seat over there," he ordered pointing to the chair across the desk. Rex tucked himself away and zipped up, making himself presentable once more. He settled behind his desk and fiddled with some papers. Looking up, he addressed Erin.

"You have definitely pleaased my, and I believe you are an excellent candidate for growth under my tutelage. You show a lot of promise, and I can sense your eagerness to please. Those are two valuable traits to keep within you at all times." Rex sat back and folded his hands on his stomach once again.

"I have decided that you will be with me. However, there are some things you will need to do. I will allow you one week to get your affairs in order. In one week, you are to move in here, with me. You will sever all ties with family, friends, and acquaintances, informing them that you will be away for a while. You may tell them that you will be in touch with them from time to time, but that is all you are to tell them. Pack up whatever belongings you wish to bring with you, and sell off the remaining things, or donate them to charity, or give them away." Rex watched as she was making mental notes of all his instructions, never questioning the reasons behind his requests.

"When you return, I will go through the items you chose to bring with you, and decide if they will be appropriate for you here. I will decide whether or not you may keep them. So, choose your items carefully! When you arrive, I will have a room set aside for you. And of course, when you arrive, I will assume that you will be prepared!"

Rex grabbed a handful of papers ans pushed them across the desk towards the lovely red haired lass. "Here's the name and address of my trusted physician. Make an appointment with him, for a thorough physical, and a complete bloodwork panel, including STD/HIV and drug analysis. If you just mention that your Lord, The Lord of Anarchy, has referred you, they'll know exactly what to do!" Rex smiled inwardly, knowing that the physician loved doing the gynecological exams, the perv that he was!

"You may get dressed, and exit through the doors you came in. I will see you here at noon, next week! Now if you will excuse me, I have some important business to attend to." Rex excused himself from the office and raced to a nearby room, where he had an elaborate security system installed, monitoring the activities of every room in the house, complete with hidden cameras covering every angle. He punched up a ffew keys and watched Erin as she got dressed, wondering if she would simply do as told, or be a curious cat, and give him his first reason for punishing her!

 

[landiek]

Tashara moved numbly through the house as she prayed for some sign. She watched the fax machine while eating broth.

"Perhaps I am not worthy." She muttered watching the lights a solid dot that meant her wait was devastingly eternal.

Once finished with her meal she started to clean the whole house once more. Silently hoping that she would hear from Him.. A true Master.. someone that would protect her future.. and treat her the way she needed to be treated...completely

 

[Erin_]

Erin listened carefully to his instructions, rising after he had gone and dressing before crossing the room and taking the sheaf of papers from his desk that he had told her to, pausing and lingering near his desk, imagining what fascinating things it must contain.

She was so tempted to peek...and she was mischevious by nature. But she did not.

Biting her lower lip, she simply folded the papers in half, carrying them in her hand as she opened the door, stepping out into the hall.

He had placed a measure of trust in her, and she in him...she would not be the one to break that trust.

She left then, wishing that she could say goodbye, taking comfort in the fact that she would return soon, once she had arranged things per his instructions.

"Goodbye my lord." She whispered as she pulled the door shut behind her.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

"Goodbye," he whispered back to her as she walked out the door. Rex watched as Erin disappeared, anxious for her return, eager to start her training. He was confident she would be a good subject.

Meanwhile, Rex padded back into his office and settled into his chair, looking over the various utems on his desk. He picked up the recent fax and read it more closely this time. "Tashara Moonraven," he muttered unto himself as he reread the note. He sighed as he read the note, rubbing the beard upon his chin as he considered his options. The picture, sent with the note, was indeed, very captivating, holding his gaze for an extraordinarily long time. Rex could imagine his whip flying through the air to crash and kiss her flesh with a loud "smack." He could also envision it leaving distinctive marks upon Erin's flesh as well.

Her affairs seemed to be in order, and her "papers," appeared to confirm that. Despite the fact her report was "clean," he would still send her to his doctor, for confirmation. That is, if he decided to bring her in. He had already committed to Erin, yet as he read Tashara's words, he couldn't help but recall Natasha and his original plans to have more than one sub in his care. It was something that he had been longing to experience. It was one part of being a Dom that he had yet to explore, for he was just as much, always in training, always learning, as his submissives were.

He had not told Erin of this possibility, as he had told Natasha. He had not really given her a choice in the matter, nor did he believe he ever would have. Erin was new! She was to be molded and shaped to be as he wanted her to be. He did want her very much, and he wanted her to experience all there was to experience as a sub, including the touch of another female.

Tashara, on the other hand, seemed as experienced and well rounded as Natasha. He knew what he was about to do could cause things to unravel before his eyes, but he had to give it one more shot. He dialed the number listed on the fax and waited to hear the voice, to associate it with the picture he held in his hand.

The soft voice answered and Rex knew instinctively, he had made a wise decision. "Tashara Moonraven! I have received your fax, and will gladly accept you into this household to continue on with your training. Your presence would be requested at your earliest convenience. Please have all your affairs in order, so that there will be no interruptions, when you arrive. I have accommodations set aside and prepared for you. You may bring along whatever personal belongings you see fit, yet I reserve the right to go through each item when you arrive. How soon do you think you could be here?"

Rex hung on the line, waiting to hear her voice again, to hear her reply, and to find out how much time he had to prepare for having two subs at his disposal. Just as he had not given Erin an opportunity to slip through his hands, neither would he allow Tashara.

 

[landiek]

sorry about the double post))

 

[landiek]

"Good Evening, You have reached the home of the late William BearDancer, how may one be of assistance?" Tashara asked softly as she mentally prayed that it was the Master she wrote to calling her.

"Tashara Moonraven! I have received your fax, and will gladly accept you into this household to continue on with your training. Your presence would be requested at your earliest convenience. Please have all your affairs in order, so that there will be no interruptions, when you arrive. I have accommodations set aside and prepared for you. You may bring along whatever personal belongings you see fit, yet I reserve the right to go through each item when you arrive. How soon do you think you could be here?"

Tashara started to cry when she heard him mention accommodations. He Wants me She rejoiced mentally and he heart sang.

"one can be ready in two hours Master." Tashara glanced at what she would have to do in order to be on the road quick enough. "one can be there in two days by car, Master. one is grateful that Master has given one such honor to be owned. "

Tashara quickly jotted the notes.. cot in car.. groceries.. phone.. fax machine... my personal clothing.... and the knick knack case.. gas the car.. and pray that her money lasts the trip until she arrives to her new Master and gives him the envelope.

"one begs permissoin to receive Master's blessing to leave tonight and humbly begs for an address."

"3225 Bridgeport Lane, Sicklersport." Came the reply.

"Thank You Master, one shall be on her way in two hours, the phone will be disconnected after You hang up." Tashara left no room for second thoughts as she waited for His goodbye. Instead the line went dead.. the line was disconnected by the company which meant that she had to hurry cause the power would be next.

Tashara worked diligently at her task, wrapping the indian statues and other native american items from the cabinette. She lugged the box to her station wagon then the folding cot, followed by six bags of groceries, she placed the phone and fax machine in a large trash bag and sat them on the floorboard in the back seat then grabbed her duffle bag. Six items of clothing plus the lightweight dress that she wore that was laced in the front.

Now the nervousness began to work it's way up her spine as she went and locked the house never to return. Yet Tashara pluck a few roses from the bushes along the front porch and placed them in the front. She got into the car and started the engine sobbing as she pulled away from her home. There was just three things left to do, get gas, drop off the keys, and say goodbye to the grave.

Luckily she saw the realtor at the gas station and handed him the keys. "The house is clean but you might want to change the carpeting in the small bedroom as Master William's daughter' cats raked it often.."

He nodded taking the key and went on his way, ignoring anything else Tashara might have wanted to relay. So she pay the thirty-five dollars for gas and headed for the interstate. About two miles out she made her turn and stopped at the burioal grounds. Tashara picked up one of the roses and walked into the darkness. She knew where she was going and didn't need to look as she walked the path often since William's death.

She knelt down my the marker and sang the death song for him. When she was done she laid the rose on the ground and said "Master it is time to say goodbye, You gave me strength to go on with life and now my path leads me to another Master. Thank You."

Tashara rose from the moist dirt and headed back to her car and drove thru the night towards Sicklersport and her future.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex listened to the soft voice on the other end, and was happy he had made the decision, listening to her polite obedience and obvious experience. “Two days will be fine,” he told her, “just please be safe on your journey,” he added. Suddenly, the line went dead, and he knew that Tashara was probably running around getting everything prepared for her trip to him. His heart swelled at the opportunity, yet struggled with concern over Erin.

Rex knew he had two lovely ladies, so eager and willing to please him, and he was greatly fond of Erin already. Erin and Tashara were at two opposite extremes from each other, and Rex was hoping that Erin would keep an open mind when she found out of Tashara’s presence also. He also slightly worried about Tashara, though knew she really had no other place to go. Also, if Erin had done explicitly what he had asked, she too would not have many places to return to, so quickly. He sighed and just crossed his fingers, hoping all would go well with the two. Maybe, he tried to convince himself, they would grow fond of each other also!

Rex retreated to the Master bedroom suite, across from which were two empty rooms that he had planned for his new submissives. One would be for Erin, and one for Tashara. Each would have their own private quarters, and each would be tended to equally. Other than experience, Rex had every intention of keeping the two as equals, neither one better than the other, but only time would tell if that would remain that way.

As he lay in bed thinking of Tashara’s and Erin’s return, he kept thinking back to the instructions his friend, Butch, had given him regarding maintaining a harem. Rex hardly considered two to be a harem, but he took his sage words as good advice. Treat all the women the same. Show no favoritism. All the rules apply to the women the same, as does the punishment. Share the women, have them share you, and have them share each other. It’s as much about you as it is about them. Make each one feel special and wanted!

The words rang over and over in his head along with others as he drifted off to sleep. He had yet, another whole day to wait in anticipation of Tashara’s arrival, and a couple more after that for Erin’s return.

 

[landiek]

Tashara drove all day and stopped at a truck stop for gas and a bite to eat. She knew that eating was vital so she did not become weary and have an accident. Part of her heart chastised her for spending money on hot food when she had plenty of choices in the bags in the back.

She walked into the filled room and sat quietly at a booth waiting for the waitress to come about. Always the eyes were lowered, it was disrespectful to make eye contact unless granted the priviledge to do so.

"Hot cocoa and pancakes, please." Tashara spoke softly when the waitress came around.

"Sorry for staring sweetie.. we don't get many reddies here.." The waitress remarked as she stared down Tashara's features. "And dearie that dress is awfully close to being indecent."

Tashara squirmed in her seat. This was not a good sounding stop after all, especially as she noticed the many stares that followed the waitress' visit.

She ate in silence and kept her gaze down, yet her ears ever diligent to hear the approach of strangers. one equaled a small boy that asked if she took scalps. Her sad eyes looked out and she touched his cheek gently. "no small one.. tashara has never taken a scalp.. those are things of the past.. before white men learned to live better with the human beings."

His laughter filled the silence and Tashara took her bill to the counter. She thanked the waitress for prompt service and left an extra dollar. When she reached her wagon she pulled it over to the pumps and started to fill both gas tanks.

In twenty minutes she was back on the road following markers. So many thoughts that came out as the miles went on and on. As the sun started to sit she pulled into a rest area. It was her tradition to say an goodnight to the sun and she pulled out the rug and danced upon it with a warm heart thanking the Great Spirit for her blessings

"And please let the money one has left be enough to get her to the place the New Master is!" Tashara prayed then as the light flickered behind the hills. Tashara picked up the blanket and walked back to the wagon. starting the engine and pulling back onto the interstate.

She stopped again at another rest area, locking the doors and napped from 2 am to 6am. Her face was shining from the warm glow of the sunrise. Tashara quickly opened the door and stood near that door letting the morning light kiss her red skin and the moist air blow back her raven hair.

Tashara took a few mintues to stretch and unknot her legs before returning behind the wheel and driving on. Another stop to use the resetroom and fill the tank. Tashara raided the bags and ate cold beeferoni before retunring to the interstate. Finally she saw the sign that read: Sicklersport 477

This filled her heart with joy as she checked her gauges. Everything was going smoothly and she found that by sixish she should be arriving in the city limits. Her only outside concern was that she was down to sixty dollars. She silently prayed that the spirits would ride with her and aid her travels.

She stopped again and pumped the last of her funds into the tank. She also spoke with a trucker about the city. She gave her excellent directions to get to the street she sought without heading down town.

The sun was sinking and Tashara longed to be finished with her travels. She stopped forty miles from Sicklersport and chanted to the sinking sun. She was thankful that her journey was nearly complete and she uttered soft words to the wind to let her New Master sense her impending arrival.

She saw the city limits sign and then her street sign. Tashara made the left turn and started to wind along Bridgeport Lane until finally she saw the house over the rise. At last she was there and not a moment to soon as the engine started making hacking coughs.

Tashara quickly switched tanks and continued into the driveway but that tank too made the engine cough. She glanced at the guages, she was nearely out of gas on both tanks.

"Master will think that tashara is horrid to her car." She cried as the front end seemed to lunge and rock as she puttered up the driveway.

However the beast gasped and wheezed, then died coming to coasting stop. Tashara turned off the engine and stepped out, gazing at her home. She didn't even notice the lights inside as she approached the doorstep.

Finally she reached the door and knocked firmly, then as her training indicated she knelt down at the steps, her forehead down and her chest restring on the stone landing awaiting admittance .