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My name is Kimberly Brooke. I love my given name for its beauty and melodic charm. However, I usually answer to, and prefer, the more familiar nickname, "Kim," because everyone seems to defer to it. I must admit that I do dislike Kimberly when used together with my middle name, Ann. Mother always appended Ann when I was being admonished. I imagine most Mothers do that.

I am 23 years old with a bachelor's degree in computer science and a Master's in Information Technology. I was raised in a small town where absolutely everyone knows everyone else and their business. Almost everyone reading this is probably familiar with a similar town or village. Not wanting to attend a school that had a larger population than the town in which I lived, I enrolled at a small university in the Midwest. Well, size wasn't the only reason. It was away from home, highly rated in my chosen field, and the price was right.

My parents were not poor, but neither were they rich, so I did not expect them to pay for my college. I applied for every available scholarship and worked a minimum of 20 hours a week to cover expenses not included in the scholarships I eventually received. My parents still assisted as much as they could with incidental costs, but I am proud to say that I finished my education without any debt.

I do not consider myself to be a "geek," but, without question, I am a bookworm and I spent most of my college time studying; when I wasn't working that is. As a result, my social life was quite limited, but I didn't care. School came first. I don't like to brag, but I graduated Summa Cum Laude in 3 years and had my Master's Degree one year later.

I don't think I would ever enter a beauty contest but am quite passable in the "looks" department. My 5'6" height and 128 pounds are about average. Well, maybe I could afford to lose a couple pounds. I have a 35C bust, a 25-inch waist, 36-inch hips and long legs. I guess you might say I am about average in all departments except brain power. I gave up my virginity during my senior year in high school, and only slept with one guy in college. Both guys climaxed quickly and left me "high and dry," so neither experience was sexually satisfying. Even sex with my recently ex-beau was not the "mind blowing" experience my female friends talk about. I just remain quiet and nod my head when the subject comes up in discussions between them. I guess part of the problem is mine because I have always been rather naïve where sex is concerned.

I work for a company that produces integrated computer software for manufacturing companies. While intimately involved in the sales process I usually become an on-site consultant for the installation process, when we land a contract. Specifically, I perform the actual installation, train the customer's personnel and assist in transferring massive amounts of data, insuring a seamless transition from the old system to the new. Responsibility for correcting problems that always occur during this process is solely mine. Some companies want to pay less for the software package and attempt to perform the installation on their own. The most successful installations, however, belong to those companies that are willing to pay for our consulting services, which are included in a higher priced package. They pay for the "job," not by the hour.

While I draw a six-figure salary, I earn every penny. Most installations take four to six months, depending on the size of the company and whether they have multiple sites or not. One installation required over 10 months from start to completion. The estimated time required for an installation is, of course, included in the contract cost. It is my responsibility to insure the installation cost stays within the estimate.

Because of the complexity of an installation, most of my work must be performed on-site. During a normal week I arrive at the customer's city late Sunday evening and leave late Thursday night or early Friday morning, depending on the schedule I set with the customer. While on site, I average ten to twelve-hour days. I keep in touch with my office via my laptop and the Internet, in addition to the telephone. Nevertheless, I still need to spend a few hours in the home office on Friday and/or Saturday, although I usually stay at the customer's site over the weekend as the installation nears completion and time becomes critical. Murphy's Law always applies.

Since I love the money, and am single, my work schedule does not bother me, although it severely limits my social life just like studying and work did in college. Few guys are willing to put up with an absentee lover. I thought my latest was an exception, but he is the primary reason I am not flying home this weekend. You see, I recently started a new installation. Initially I spend a full two weeks, including the weekend, with the customer, establishing schedules and preparing for the installation. This allows me to begin training sessions as quickly as possible. On Thursday morning of the first week, my new customer experienced a failure on the server I was to use for the training software. When it was determined the server couldn't be repaired before Monday morning, I was ecstatic. That day was my boyfriend's birthday. We had been a couple for nearly six months. Shortly before this new contract was to start, his apartment lease expired. I suggested he could move in with me since we usually were together on weekends and I wouldn't be using it during the week.

I really wanted to celebrate with him, but the customer had to come first. The server problem gave me an opportunity to spend his birthday and the weekend with him. If nothing else, I would try to give him a memorable birthday present in bed. I had been reading some books and thought I could add a little spice to our sex lives. I always fly on open tickets because of unexpected schedule changes and was able to book a late afternoon flight that would put me home around seven.

Jeff had told me that he would be going out with a couple friends for a drink after work to celebrate his birthday. Knowing he wouldn't be home when I arrived, I decided to surprise him and parked my car where he wouldn't see it when he arrived. He said he expected to be home around nine. I planned that when he walked in the door and turned on the light, he would find me stretched out on the sofa wearing nothing but a red and black lace teddy, black thong panties, black lace-top nylons, and black three-inch heels.

Anyone can imagine my thoughts when the door opened and I saw some blond floozy hanging on his arm. Both were well on their way to being drunk. He tried to explain, saying she was just a friend and they weren't going to do anything. Well it was obvious they had already been doing something. Her hair and lipstick were extremely disheveled. The only thing keeping her bare tits being exposed was a single button on her blouse. I quickly realized that she probably would have been with him when I called, if I had stayed at my customer's city.

Naturally, I lost my cool and started screaming at him: "How could you? I thought you loved me; we're through; etc., etc., etc." The more I yelled, the madder I got. I didn't care if the people in the next county heard me screaming at him. My invitation for them to get their asses out of my apartment was thoroughly laced with every obscenity I had in my vocabulary and some I didn't realize that I knew.

The fucking bitch just stood there hanging onto his arm and giggling while she watched him plead with me. When he said that he didn't have anywhere to stay, she ran her hand over his crotch and slurred, "Don't worry, baby, if she doesn't want this anymore, I know how to put it to good use. You can stay at my place tonight." That statement, confirming my suspicions, only exacerbated my fury. I created such a scene throwing his clothes and belongings into the hallway that some neighbors came out to see what was happening. I was so pissed, I didn't even care that they saw me half naked. I am probably lucky someone didn't call 911. I slammed the door shut in their faces after advising him, in the same manner, that he would find the rest of his shit in the hallway in the morning. I then immediately ran to my bed and cried myself to sleep.

I awakened in the morning still wearing the sexy outfit I had worn for him. Out of anger I threw it in the bathroom trashcan. The locksmith I called to rekey my door charged me an exorbitant fee, but it was worth it. Jeff tried to call several times and even pounded on the door begging to let him explain. I totally ignored him.

I was a wreck the rest of the weekend and never left the apartment. Luckily, I am level headed enough that I was able to concentrate on my work rather than wallow in pity over this past week. I did, however, shed a few tears in the hotel room each evening when I normally I would have been calling him to exchange sweet nothings.

This brings me to the present. Since we missed some scheduled steps the previous Thursday, I scheduled this Friday as a makeup day. I prefer not to get behind, especially during the beginning of an installation. Lost time seems to accumulate too quickly when that happens. When I do work with a customer on Friday, though, I don't work late. Most times it messes up the weekend for others and they often harbor some resentment. Instead of going home Friday evening, however, I decided to remain in town. On one hand, I didn't want to face Jeff if he continued trying to make amends (I had dismissed numerous phone calls); nor did I want to face the disappointment if he didn't. I also knew the apartment would remind me of him. I guess I was just afraid of the consequences whatever they might be. I had planned on the possibility of staying when I left on Sunday, so I packed for two weeks and included casual clothes to wear over the weekend.

I normally do not drink a lot, but during a long, steamy shower, I decided I wanted to drown my sorrows this one time. I would be alone all weekend and would have time to recover before work on Monday.

The clothes I selected for my "night out" was a pleated skirt that ended at mid-thigh and a peasant blouse that slightly bared my abdomen, worn over a white bra and bikini panties. White ankle socks and penny loafers completed the outfit. I guess one might say that I had that "50s Look," which is one of my preferred ways to dress. Since I didn't want to mess with my hair, I pulled it back into a pony tail. I didn't mention that I considered my hair to be one of my better attributes. It was auburn, straight, and fell to the center of my shoulder blades. I used only the most expensive shampoos and conditioners on it.

While my outfit was casual in nature, I normally would have gone even more casual by wearing jeans but decided against them. I guess a skirt made me feel "more like a woman," if that makes any sense. As I already said, I consider myself to be an average female with a good figure, but not a sexpot. I must admit that I do have to occasionally fend off men who approach me in the hotel bars I frequent when on the road. That was another thing that pissed me off about Jeff's indiscretion. I had lots of opportunities to date others since meeting him, but always went to bed solo when on a job. I was barely out of town, or so he thought, when the bastard was bedding down some floozy.

It was still early, just before five, when I left my room. As I indicated, I didn't want to sit in my hotel room pining as I had all week. Even though it was still a little early for me to eat, I knew that if I went to the hotel bar I wouldn't eat at all, and would end up wasted, awakening in the morning with a terrible hangover. Tonight, I simply wanted to go somewhere where I could eat, drink, listen to some good music and not have to fend off attempted pickups since I did intend to return to my room somewhat drunk, but functional. I explained this to the concierge (well, not the drunk part), stressing not wanting to ward off male advances. She recommended Lisa's Hideaway as the perfect place for me, saying she went there herself when she wanted to get away from the male species (she was a "looker"); and it was only a short taxi ride away.

A combination restaurant and bar, the décor at Lisa's was primarily red and black. The bar was along the left side of the room as you enter. Booths occupied the right side. In between were tables covered with white tablecloths. Red and black napkins along with lighted candles adorned each table and booth. Low level lighting allowed the room to be accented by the flickering flames of the candles. The combination gave it a very intimate feeling. A stage and small dance floor were at the far end. I could see a few music instruments on the stage, so I assumed there was a band on break. I can't explain why, but in addition to being intimate, the atmosphere felt sensual to me. Sensuality wasn't what I was seeking at the moment, but I decided to stay because, all in all, it felt comfortable, and the hotel concierge had assured me I wouldn't be accosted by any male patrons.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a beautiful woman, dressed in a white turtleneck sweater, short skirt and high heels. "Good afternoon. My name is Kayla. Do you have a reservation?" I looked around, saw a very few other people and asked if reservations were required. "No, but on Friday's we usually fill up quite fast after six. Would you like a table or a booth?" she asked.

I considered the options for a moment and said, "You know, I think I'd just like to sit at the bar for now. Could you possibly hold a table for me?" Kayla laughed, explaining that they didn't even take reservations. She just liked to ask that question to guests who appeared to be new. She did, however, promise to get me if it appeared that all the tables were about to be filed. I thanked her and said that I couldn't ask for anything more.

The bartender was extremely personable. Her outfit was pure sex. A short, flowery wrap-around skirt barely covered her hips. Hard nipples appeared as though they were trying to break through the thin, silky triangles of material that made a string bikini top. I am sure all the male patrons, and probably some of the females, must drool over her. Since I was the only person at the bar and had sat near the center, she spent most of her spare time chatting with me and was skilled enough to keep the conversation off a too-personal level. We exchanged first names, she introduced herself as "Allyson," and mostly discussed the happenings of the day. When she was talking with me, and sometimes when she wasn't, my mind was on Jeff and I was oblivious to anything going on around me. While I consider myself to be a great conversationalist, my part of the discussion was primarily short replies to her statements and queries.

I virtually inhaled my first margarita and was on the second when Allyson disappeared from behind the bar. When she returned, she said, "Your next will be compliments of Kelly."

"And who might this Kelly guy be?" I asked a little curtly.

"She isn't a guy," Allyson replied as she pointed out a table at the edge of the dance floor where a woman was sitting alone at a table for four. I glanced over and saw a Meg Ryan look-alike. Her dishwater blond hair was cut in a pixy style and I could see she was wearing a long sleeve, white blouse. Because the table blocked most of my view, I couldn't determine what else she was wearing. I only know that I love white blouses and regularly wear starched, long-sleeve ones to work. "She's a very personal friend of mine, Kim (I told her my name was Kimberly), and a great person. She said to ask if you would like to join her."

I raised my glass towards Kelly as a 'thank you' gesture then turned back to Allyson and said, "I don't think I would be very good company right now."

"Kim, I've been tending bar for several years now and can size up a person rather quickly. Just the tone of your voice tells me that you are down in the dumps. Your comment just proved my assessment. In my "professional" opinion, you need someone to talk with, and I am going to be quite busy soon. Trust me, Kelly is extremely intelligent and a lot of fun. I think you'll enjoy her company."

The alcohol had started to loosen me up a little, so I said to myself, "Oh, hell, why not? Being with another woman might actually help keep the guys from bothering me." While I finished my drink, Allyson mixed another then said, "Come on, I'll break the ice and introduce you."

Although she looked less like Meg Ryan than I first thought, I said to myself, "This woman is a beauty." Kelly stood when we approached the table and I gazed into a pair of piercing cobalt blue eyes. I guessed she was about thirty years old (which I discovered later to be right-on). I don't know why, but I mentally calculated the seven-year difference in our ages. To a twenty-three-year-old, she was already an "older woman."

I suddenly liked the idea of spending some time with someone who wasn't "my own age," or maybe I should say "a little more mature." The clothes she wore were very professional. In addition to the tapered white, gabardine blouse, she was wearing gray slacks, which, while not extremely tight, somehow accentuated her flat abdomen. I caught myself wondering how the back of the slacks fit across her tush. I guess I did this because my boyfriend, I mean ex-boyfriend, would occasionally remark how women's pants fit in the back. She also wore black boots with a two-inch heel. I couldn't determine the style because her pant legs covered the outside. I judged her height to be just over six feet (ok, taller than Meg Ryan), which made her about five-ten without the heels. Her short, curly blond hair really did remind me of the Meg Ryan style I remember in more than one movie. Checking her out a little more carefully, I could see that her shirt was tapered, form fitting and had extra-sharp creases ironed into it. I also found the French cuffs (with gold chain cuff links) interesting. Thinking, "This woman has class," I suddenly felt I was glad I had decided to wear something other than a t-shirt and my old faded jeans.

After Allyson completed the formal introductions, Kelly thrust her hand towards me and said, "Thanks for agreeing to join me, Kim. I was going to have dinner with a colleague this evening, but she called a few minutes ago and cancelled. I hate to dine alone. Considering the time of day, I assume you haven't eaten yet. Am I correct?" Had I known that she really hadn't asked Allyson to have me join her, I would have been extremely surprised by her friendly greeting (more about this later).

Her hand was warm and soft, and the handshake was quite firm. I like that in a person, and especially in a woman. Too many do not like to grip a hand firmly. I, and many men I know, use that as an initial judge of character; more so for men than for women, however. "No, I haven't," I replied in answer to her question, then added, "But, I'd better warn you; as I told Allyson, I don't think I will be good company tonight."

"Allyson mentioned that you seemed a little depressed. Care to talk about it? I'm a good listener."

"Truthfully, I'd rather not," I replied. My tone was probably a little curt, but I was thinking that it wasn't any of her damn business. OK, so I was pissed at Jeff and took it out on her. My bad.

Surprisingly she didn't react the way I probably would have. "Not a problem. We have all evening; if you want to talk later, that is. Just remember, talking things out is usually good therapy, even if your listener is a stranger."

hirarandi · 08-01-2020, 10:51 PM

Satisfied I was staying, Allyson pulled a chair out for me, the one immediately to Kelly's right, before she turned and went back to her duties at the bar. As we started to sit, I realized that I had not released Kelly's hand (or was it that she hadn't released mine). I relaxed my grip with a little embarrassment.

"I'm on my second drink, Kim and I think that is your third. What do you say we get something to eat before we absorb too much alcohol on empty stomachs and fail to experience the maximum enjoyment from our new friendship?" Her comment sounded a little strange, in that I would consider her to be more of an acquaintance at this point. Nevertheless, I agreed simply because I knew I needed something to eat. As I mentioned, I had planned to get drunk but didn't want to do it too quickly. I was already starting out on the wrong side of my plan.

I agreed to her suggestion and a server suddenly appeared as if anticipating our need. I quickly noticed her outfit was the same as Allyson's, except that the top revealed more because her breasts were much larger, but the triangles of silk were the same size.

"Good evening, Dr. Peters. What can I get for you tonight?"

"Kim and I will have the fish and chips plate, please, Sam." Other than being surprised that she hadn't ask what I wanted, I accepted her selection without comment. As an aside to me, she did add, "I assume you aren't allergic to fish." I shook my head in reply.

"Fish and chips, it is, ma'am," the server commented. Will there be anything else?"

"Not at this moment, Sam. Allyson just refilled our drinks. Thanks."

"So, you're a doctor. I'm impressed. I never would have guessed."

"Remember that adage, Kim: You can't tell a book by its cover. My title is probably not what you're thinking, Kim. It's strictly academic. I should say titles. I hold two Doctorate degrees. One in Philosophy and one in Psychology. I am a department head and a professor at the University. Usually I ask people not to call me Doctor. I don't consider it a 'right' as do some academics. Sam is an exception. She is one of my former students. An excellent student, she somehow survived three of my courses. Her name is really Samantha, but I nicknamed her Sam the first time we met. The name has stuck with her ever since. Initially she didn't like it, but now she prefers it."

"She must. I did notice that her name tag even says 'Sam.' I'm still impressed and would never have guessed you held one Doctorate degree, let alone two. You look too young for that," I said with a slight laugh even though I considered her to be "older," as I previously mentioned.

"Let's just say that I graduated early," she replied, also laughing. "Well, if we are to be friends, maybe we should learn a little more about one another. Now that you know my profession, what is yours?"

I realized that I was enjoying her company despite my mood. We traded some limited personal information for the next half hour or so. When our food arrived, Kelly ordered another round of drinks. The conversation, while we ate, seemed to get a little more personal with each exchange. Initially I held back, still not wanting to reveal too much to someone I had just met. That was until I realized there was something about this woman that I really liked. In fact, I must admit that I was mesmerized by her. I don't consider myself to be much of a conversationalist but talking with her came easy. I felt comfortable just being in her presence. Intuitively I knew that she was someone I could trust and someone I would want as a friend if we ever met again. Looking back, I don't remember ever coming to this conclusion so soon with anyone.

Finally, she asked, "Are you ready to talk about it yet, Kim?"

"Talk about what?"

"Why you thought you wouldn't be good company; which, I must tell you, frankly, hasn't been true so far."

Once again, I was ready to tell her that I didn't think it was any of her business then realized that I hadn't thought about Jeff all the time we were talking. My comfort level had continued to increase so I decided to spill my feelings to her. She was right: maybe talking about it would be good therapy. "She is a psychologist, after all," I thought. I ended up telling her more and more about my relationship with Jeff, expressing great sorrow about our break-up. Uncontrollable tears ran down my cheek as I finally unloaded. She was a great listener, never interrupting once; not even when she pulled a tissue from her purse and handed it to me. When I finished my story, she took my hand in hers. "I imagine you have thought about him a lot this week?"

"Yes, every damn night."

"When you are alone in your hotel room..."

"Yes."

"I imagine you cried over him since you are crying now."

"Also, every night," I confessed.

"Thanks for sharing that with me, Kim. I understand, completely, what you're going through. My first, and thankfully only, boyfriend pulled the same shit on me. Well, you've answered another question."

"What do you mean, another question?"

"When Sam introduced you, I wondered if you were a full-fledged lesbian. Obviously, you are not. I assume you are bisexual then?

Her reply surprised me so much that my retort was more than a little terse. To say I almost came unglued would be an understatement. The alcohol helped my rage. "What the hell do you mean by that comment? Just because I came to a bar alone doesn't mean I am homosexual or even bisexual!! Do I look like someone who likes to go to bed with women?"

hirarandi · 08-01-2020, 10:52 PM

Whoa, Kim! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so upset. Please forgive me. Since you have, or rather recently had, a serious relationship with your boyfriend, I know you couldn't be a lesbian. That's why I said you answered my question. Therefore, I assumed you must be bisexual."

I think the alcohol was helping me to be more than a little pissed at her innuendos. "And why the hell would you assume that. You invited me to your table. While I do find you nice and attractive, I haven't made a pass at you. I am not a lesbian and am not bisexual either! I also resent you implying the possibility that I might be. Shit, all I did was accept an invitation to join you for a drink. I am going back to my hotel." Kelly grasped my wrist lightly when I stood. I was glad she did. Truthfully, I really didn't want to leave. Yet, in my own stubborn way, I said, "Please let go."

Kelly just stared at me for a long while before replying. "Come on, Kim. Please sit down. I sincerely apologize. I know one should not assume. Let's start over. If you aren't lesbian or bisexual, tell me why you picked this particular place to drown your sorrows."

I missed her emphasis on the words "this particular" and told her that the hotel concierge recommended it. "O.K., that's a start. Exactly what kind of place did you ask her to recommend?" When I told her what I said to the concierge, she laughed. "Oh, shit! Now I understand. I hate to be the one to tell you, but she must have misunderstood your request or just figured she was doing you a favor by recommending Lisa's."

"Kelly, what are you talking about? You're confusing the hell out of me; or maybe the alcohol is causing me to be confused."

"Damn! First of all, and quite frankly, I must say that I am deeply disappointed. I was beginning to think this might turn into a great evening for me. Look around you, Kim, and tell me what you see."

The restaurant was almost full now, and several people were sitting at the bar. "OK, I see a bar, a bunch of tables, a dance floor, a raised platform full of musical instruments, and a room filled with people. So what! I didn't expect the place to be empty. I simply didn't want some guy trying to pick me up!" My tone was more indignant than I had intended, but I didn't even think about apologizing.

"You're missing my point. I can virtually guarantee that you won't have any guys trying to pick you up here. Look again. How many guys do you see?"

I looked around again before it suddenly hit me. "Oh, shit. This is a gay bar."

"Ladies, she's finally got it.

"Since you came here alone, Kim, I just assumed you were looking for...well, some female companionship. Allyson probably assumed the same thing. She should have dug a little deeper into your soul. I will be having a discussion with her about that."

I interrupted her by commenting, "Then you must be a..."

"... yes, I confess. I'm a lesbian," Kelly quickly said, interrupting me. "Personally, I dislike the word 'gay.' I prefer lesbian or bisexual. I already said that I once had a boyfriend. Now my sexual partners are exclusively female, Kim. She paused to see my reaction. "I hope I haven't shocked or upset you."

"No, not really. I do have a couple friends who are lesbian. I just didn't expect you to be one... I mean..."

She laid her hand on mine again. My heart skipped a beat at her touch. The contact felt different this time. I didn't know why but realized that she was affecting me like no woman ever had. "Don't worry. I know what you meant. It's like that adage, 'You can't tell a book by its cover.' You couldn't identify me as a lesbian any more than you could tell I am a Doctor of Letters.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding. Just for the record, though, I was bisexual, and my boyfriend had no problem with it. Some people do not differentiate between the two terms where women are concerned, but I do. I won't be offended if you still want to get out of here, but I would like very much if you would stay and talk. At the least, it would be nice if we could become friends."

I was enjoying her company and, as I indicated, felt comfortable being in Lisa's, even though I'd never been in a lesbian bar. If I left, I would just go back to the hotel and be alone. I didn't want that. I would end up crying myself to sleep, again. I finally realized that there really wasn't any real reason to leave.

"Well, as you said, I won't have worry about any guys trying to hit on me if I stay," I laughed.

"And I promise I will protect you from the women," she joked.

"Yea, but who is going to protect me from you," I teased.

"Now, I will not make any promises there," was her reply. A shiver went up my spine as we stared at one another.

The silence was soon broken. "Another round of drinks, Dr. Peters?"

"Not at the moment, Sam. I don't want to get my new friend too intoxicated...at least not yet," She commented, smiling. Then to me she asked, "I normally don't eat dessert, but would you consider sharing a piece of cheesecake with me? I have a sudden urge for some, but do not want to eat a whole piece myself."

"That's wild. I absolutely love cheesecake. Would you consider drowning it with a shot of Amaretto?" I asked.

"Done!"

As our conversation resumed, I shared more of my private life and thoughts with Kelly, feeling more and more at ease with this beautiful, intelligent woman. The band started warming up at the same time our dessert arrived. I turned to look at the stage and saw that the band was made up of five women playing guitar, sax, drums, keyboard and bass. Three wore short skirts and two wore slacks. All wore black, turtle neck sweaters. I had been so engrossed in our conversation that I somehow had missed them walking onto the stage.

Sam placed the plate of cheesecake, dripping in amaretto, and two forks between us. Kelly casually handed one fork back to Sam. "I don't think we will need this, Sam." Wondering what was next, I watched closely as Kelly cut a piece with the remaining fork. Although a little surprised when she held it up to my lips, I automatically opened my mouth to receive the tasty morsel. "Ummmmm," I moaned, "fantastico." Kelly watched me slowly lick my lips before cutting a second piece for herself, using the same fork.

I laughed as she mimicked my moan and lip licking. Watching the tip of her tongue slowly clean her lips was unbelievably erotic. Her eyes never left mine as I watched. "You're right, Kim. It is great with amaretto. I'll never eat it plain again," she commented before feeding me a second bite. I liked the attention.

The band's first piece was slow and mellow. Holding another bite of cheesecake for me to taste, Kelly said, "Kim, I don't want to insult you, and I'm not trying out a pick-up line, but I would consider it an honor if you would dance with me."

Without hesitation I accepted her offer. The 'lesbian' issue didn't enter my mind. In high school the girls always danced together while the boys stood against the wall shooting the bull. Still, butterflies churned in my stomach as she held my hand while we walked onto the dance floor. I liked the feel of my hand in hers, realizing that it was a sensation I had never experienced.

We started dancing an arm's length apart. "You know, Kelly, now I do feel a little awkward."

"I understand. It's not a problem. I don't mind just sitting and talking." She was still holding my hand as she turned to go back to the table.

I started laughing. "That's not what I meant, silly. I meant dancing while attempting to remain so far apart; it reminds me of seeing two little kids trying to dance at a wedding."

"But I don't want you to get the wrong idea," she said.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't. After all, the suggestion is mine," I replied, as I put an arm around her back and pulled her against me.

I immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing perfume, but smelled, well, clean and fresh. Permitting her to lead, my head drifted down to rest on her shoulder and my arm tightened around her. I was enjoying the closeness of another person and didn't really care that it was someone of my own sex. I guess I simply needed the warm contact of another human being. It was like hugging one's mother when one is feeling down; well, almost. We continued to dance through the whole set, all slow songs, shuffling our feet while barely moving from one spot.

The band took their first break and we returned to the table where I, again, enjoyed more of the cheesecake, eating from Kelly's fork while she fed me.

"Kim, may I ask you a very personal question?"

"Shoot!"

"Well, you seemed insulted earlier when I suggested you might be lesbian or bisexual, but I am curious. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman?"

While I carefully thought about my answer, she swiped her index finger across the amaretto and cheesecake crumbs remaining on the plate, slid the finger between her lips and slowly sucked on it. "Can't let that go to waste, can we?" It was a redundant question. I remained silent and in awe as the finger returned to the plate to acquire more of the liquor and crumbs. This time the sweetness was presented to my lips. I sucked on the finger a lot longer than she had. My tongue enjoyed the intimate touch as it swirled around the stiff digit, removing its syrupy coating.

Once my mouth was empty, I answered her pointed question. "Yes, I guess I have thought about it. I have looked at some lesbian clips on the internet, and my boyfriend had some lesbian porn magazines that I scanned."

"Just thought about it, huh? Well, then have you ever seriously wanted to discover what it would be like?" Instead of answering, I just stared into the hypnotic glow of her deep blue eyes. She quickly saved me the embarrassment of having to answer the question, by saying, "Excuse me for a minute, I have to go to the loo. Promise me you won't leave while I'm gone."

"The loo?" I laughed. "Are you British?"

"No, I just like the word better than restroom. I also prefer knickers to panties in case you wondered," she replied with a wide smile. When I didn't comment on her previous statement, she said, "Please don't leave while I'm gone."

I assured her that I would be right there when she returned and watched her walk away. My previous question was answered. Her pants were tight in back, making the material hug her rounded ass while dipping into the cleft. "Damn," I thought. "Jeff was right. That is sexy." I loved the way the garment seemed to roll with the movement of her cheeks. "What is she doing to me?" I asked myself. "I've never thought about any woman in a sexual way." Right now, my thoughts were definitely sexual. The alcohol must have been working on me, and I didn't try to fight the feeling.

Just about the time I was thinking that Kelly was taking an extraordinarily long time in the "loo," Sam set two more drinks on the table and said, "Kelly ordered these and said to tell you that she had to run a quick errand and that she will be back in less than ten minutes."

"I thought she just went to the restroom."

"I don't know about that. Maybe she just changed her mind on the way. She also asked me to insure you didn't leave since she would be gone longer than you expected."

Kelly returned just as the band started to play its next set. I wanted to ask where she went but didn't have a chance because she tossed her purse on the table, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. The band's vocalist had a wonderful, sultry voice. She had announced that this set would be a selection of classical country songs. Once again, I laid my head on my partner's shoulder as we swayed to Patsy Kline's "I Fall to Pieces." Kelly put both hands around my waist and pulled me tightly to her. "I just love this song," she whispered in my ear.

My only reply was an agreeable, 'Ummmmm." Our sway became somewhat sensual. My head was beginning to spin. I wasn't drunk, but I was high, and maybe not from the alcohol.

The next tune was another Patsy Kline and one of my favorites, "Crazy." The third song, "Help Me Make It Through the Night," was somewhat apropos for me. Halfway through it Kelly said, "I requested these songs especially for you, Kim," then lowered her head and kissed my neck. I couldn't believe how soft and sensual her lips felt. They stayed in contact with my skin for the longest time and I felt a strong desire to kiss her neck in return but resisted. When the song ended, she stepped back, looked at me, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and said, "I can help you make it through the night if you want. All you need to do is say yes. Personally, I don't think you should go back to your hotel room and be alone."

Without waiting for an answer, Kelly led me back to our table. The words of the song kept running through my mind. Under the situation they really could be prophetic. I was truly considering the possibility Kelly was suggesting. My heart was saying yes, but my mind was still holding me back.

As we sat, I noticed that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing the sides of her breasts. I was sure that only one had been open when we were first introduced.

She didn't release the grip on my hand. In fact, she placed her other hand on top, trapping mine between hers. Trap really isn't the proper word, because, at this point, I wasn't trying to get away. Looking deeply into my eyes, almost as if she could see through me, Kelly spoke, "Kim, I need you to answer my question now. Please."

"What question was that, Kelly?"

"Have you ever seriously wanted to find out what it is like to make love to another woman."

"Yes," I replied, meekly, and with eyes lowered.

Kelly placed her fingers under my chin, lifted my head and said, "I assume you never did find out. Is my assumption correct?"

"Yes, it is," I replied meekly.

"Would you like to tonight?"

"Oh, damn, Kelly. I really don't know. I'm so mixed up I can't think straight."

"Kim, I need to be frank and honest with you. When I watched you walk in here, I immediately knew that I had to have you. I cannot explain why since I've never tried to 'pick up' a stranger. Even though the desire was there, I initially decided I'd wait until I saw you here again before making a move. When Allyson came over and offered to introduce us, I told her 'no,' even though I felt that somehow meeting you was meant to be. I am positive I was afraid things wouldn't work out the way I wanted. I told you I was disappointed when you said that the only reason you came here was because you didn't want some guy hitting on you. I was even more disappointed when I realized that you didn't know this was a lesbian bar. You definitely weren't expecting some female to hit on you instead," she laughed. "One of the reasons I left for a while was to clear my head and consider if and how I wanted to proceed. I decided the best scenario was to come clean.

"There is a saying that no one can make love to a woman better than another woman. In my experience, that is true. A woman knows which buttons to push, where they are located, and exactly how to push them. Men are fun, and I will admit that I used to like the occasional feel of a warm, hard dick in me. Once I had my first lesbian experience, I knew that making love with a woman is so much better. A woman is softer and, most of the time, she continues to think about her partner's needs after experiencing an orgasm while most men turn over and go to sleep. If you give me a chance, I know I can make you forget all about Jeff and what he did to you." I started to speak but she placed a finger over my lips. "Shhhh. Let me finish before you say anything.

"I want to take you to places you never imagined you'd ever go. Kim, the best prescription one can receive after a humiliating experience like you had is to spend the evening making love. Think about what it might be like to suckle my breast while I hold your naked body in my arms. I offer you this and much more if you agree. We both know, if you go back to your hotel room, all you will think about is him, and, sober or drunk, you'll cry yourself to sleep. In short, I'd like you to go home with me tonight, so you won't have to be alone. If you cry, it might be because you experienced the best orgasm you ever had.

"Of course, since I have just bared my soul, I would hope that you might also wonder what you missed if you decide not to go home with me. To sweeten my offer, if you simply want to cry over spilled milk, I am willing to take you home with me, or go to your hotel with you, and let you cry yourself to sleep on my shoulder, with absolutely no strings attached. I promise that I will not try to seduce you any more than I already have. I'll even stay fully clothed if you prefer. In any case, I promise to hold you in my arms while you cry."

I opened my mouth to reply, but she stopped me again by pressing her fingers over my lips again. "I'm not finished. Please don't say anything yet. You need to know everything before deciding. First and foremost, Kim, I am a strong-willed woman and prefer taking the lead in a relationship whether it is a one-nighter or a long-term stand. I need to be the one in control. One might say that I even enjoy dominating my partner, and I know I would definitely love to dominate you."

hirarandi · 08-01-2020, 10:53 PM

I couldn't restrain myself, "Dominate... You mean, like in dominance and submission. Isn't that somewhat kinky?" I had heard and read about the scene, but only had a cursory knowledge of its enigma.

"That is exactly what I mean. I also love bondage, which can be an integral part of D and s, but I wouldn't get into that for our first time," she laughed before adding, "at least not the discipline. I must fully control a relationship. I also like to turn my partners on by having them do things they wouldn't normally do on their own."

"Such as..."

"Oh, I can't reveal that," she said, "Knowing what might happen would spoil all the fun. Besides, you might decide that you only want to be a friend if I tell you everything, and then you would miss the best part. I certainly want more."

She stared deeply into my eyes and touched my lips again, using only her index finger this time. "Suck my finger, Kim." I felt a shudder pass through my body at the sound of her words. Hesitating for only a second, I accepted the digit into my mouth. As I twirled my tongue around it, she added, "Suck it like you would a nice hard cock." I closed my eyes and imagined that I was doing just that. When she extracted her finger from my mouth, I opened my eyes and watched her sensually slip it into her own mouth to suck on it. Finally, she said, "Did you find that sensual, dear?" Forcing myself to admit that I did, I nodded.

Her eyes seemed to gloss over as she said, "Kim, please say you'll give yourself to me tonight and agree to do whatever I ask. I promise to take you home with me where I will show you how two women can make love and introduce you to some things that I am positive you will discover that you enjoy. If you don't like the experience, at least you will know why. Who knows, though, maybe you'll have amazing sexual adventures in ways you never imagined."

Everything suddenly seemed to be on fast forward. I had to slow it down. "I don't know, Kelly. The idea simply goes against my very being. First of all, my family is very religious, and I was taught homosexuality is a sin. Even more important, I, too, am strong willed. I've always taken a leading role in everything I've done. We might clash in that department."

"You said you have friends who are lesbians, Kim. Do you really think they will go to Hell just because they love one another?"

"No. I don't."

"Just from the short time we've spent together tonight, my intuition tells me that you have another side to your personality. One you don't realize or understand. There is no doubt in my mind that you will enjoy turning control over to someone else. Consider this, Kim. While you are with me you will not need to make a single decision. I will make everyone for you. Come on. Just try it. You have nothing to lose. I promise not to hurt you."

Once again, we simply stared at one another. She waited patiently for my answer. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to agree to her proposition. Just listening to her explain the possibilities had turned me on. I was getting that feeling between my legs and realized my panties might be getting damp. The band was playing, but the silence between us was deafening. Kelly broke the stalemate, "Please say yes, Kim. I already said that I want you! I give you my word that I won't make you do a single thing you really won't want to do."

"Damn! One side of my brain says 'no,' Kelly. The other side and my body are throwing out conflicting 'yeses' and 'maybes'. I came here tonight to get something to eat, to possibly get drunk, and to be alone. I agree that if I go back to my room all I'll do is cry myself to sleep. I think you just pulled the rug from under my plans. I think I am just plain scared. Things are happening so fast my head is spinning. I feel as if I am stepping off a cliff into a large black chasm."

"You are stepping off a cliff, Kim, but not into a chasm and not alone. Let me suggest an analogy. If you wanted to try hang gliding, you would first train with an experienced instructor. That instructor literally jumps off the cliff with you. You learn how to fly while you are strapped together. When your lesson is over, you land together. If you enjoyed the flight, you do it again. If you don't, you walk away. The thing is you don't know if you will enjoy or hate the experience unless you take that first jump. Up until then, you only fear the unknown. If you jump with me, I promise that I'll be there to guide you and that I'll still be there in the morning. If you decide to walk away at any time, we can still be friends. Will you jump off that cliff with me?"

I knew I was on the rebound from a broken affair and wanted something different. Kelly's offer would fit that bill: doing something that I have been taught to be forbidden and even "sinful." This wonderful, intelligent, beautiful woman was offering me an opportunity to experience what to many women would always be a fantasy. Deep down I knew I wanted to give myself to her, if only for one night. As she indicated, if I didn't like it, I would never have to do it again. If I don't accept her proposal now, I probably will never permit myself to discover what it might be like. Maybe I was afraid that I might enjoy it more than I think I will. I finally realized that I had to accept her offer.

My reply was nonverbal because I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I simply nodded assent. Kelly smiled, leaned forward, kissed me tenderly and pulled back. In that instant I felt as though a lightning bolt of electricity passed between our lips and surged through my body straight down to my clit. While she stared directly into my eyes, she raised her hand and lovingly ran her fingers over my neck. "Has anyone told you that you have a beautiful neck, Kim?" Again, unable to talk because of the sensuous nature of her touch, I shook my head. "It really is, you know; long and beautiful."

She opened her purse and removed a red leather collar with silver studs in the center along its length. "Do you know what this is, Kim?"

"Of course I do. It's a collar; obviously for a large dog."

"It could be for a dog, but not in this case. A collar is one of the symbols of the d/s relationship. The submissive often wears a collar as an indicator of her relationship to the dominant. Please hold it for me." I took the collar and held still as she put her two hands around my neck, forming a perfect circle. "Kim, your neck is perfect for wearing a collar; as if it were made for one." Another jolt of electricity surged down my spine. "Would you wear this collar for me tonight?"

I was able to force a course and raspy, "Why?" from my throat, even though I already knew the answer.

"You're stalling, Kim, but I want you to be comfortable. I've already explained a collar's purpose in a D/s relationship. And, as I just said, your neck is made for wearing one. I think it would look wonderful on you. It would be a symbol to us and to everyone here that you are agreeing to belong to me tonight. Staying with the analogy of hang gliding, wearing it could represent the harness that would bind us together for your first flight. Once I put it on, you cannot escape me. You have no control over where we are going. You must trust me to take you through the flight and guide you down to a safe landing. The most important reason is simply because I am asking you to wear it for me."

That little jolt of electricity hit my clit again, this time without the accompanying kiss. Yet, somehow, I just could not yield completely.

"But the harness is a form of bondage you said no bondage or discipline the first time." I was now teasing her, and she knew it.

"I did indicate that, but then I qualified my statement by saying 'at least not the discipline part,' because I knew I wanted you to wear my collar. Remember, though, I also just promised I wouldn't do anything you don't really want, and I mean that. Even if you don't want to wear my collar, I'm still willing to take you home to make love to you or just to comfort you, whatever you want, but I must warn you that my ultimate desire is for much more than just making love."

As if in a trance, I felt enraptured just being in the presence of this woman. I knew I wanted her and would accept nearly anything she wanted. "OK," I said. "I will wear your collar."

"Then you have to ask me for it."

I swallowed hard before saying, "Kelly, would you please let me wear your collar?"

She leaned forward and buckled the collar around my neck. I happened to glance towards the bar and saw that Allyson was watching us intently. She smiled and raised her thumb in a gesture of approval. I was suddenly embarrassed and started to second-guess my decision. What was I getting myself into? Doubt about my decision surged when Kelly removed a padlock from her purse, slipped it through a ring at the front of the collar and snapped it shut. A violent shudder went through my body at the sound of the lock closing. I realized she was serious when she said I would not be able to remove the collar by myself.

"Umm, Kelly, what if I just changed my mind?"

"Well, my dear, all you have to do is ask me to remove it, but, at a minimum, you will definitely have to go home with me. I left the key there. Besides, you don't really want to change your mind, do you?"

"Well, not really," I admitted as I raised my hand to touch the collar. Kelly watched me fervently as I ran my fingers over it.

"Like it?"

"Sort of, but it's just a little scary since you really did lock it on."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Does it make you feel 'owned?'"

"Yea, I guess it does," I chuckled.

"Just know you are mine until I decide to remove it."

"So, what do you want me to do first?" I teased.

"Get rid of the pony tail. Let your hair down."

"I'll look awful, Kelly. I put it into a pony tail just after my shower without drying it and I didn't bring a brush with me."

"I don't care. I want the softer appearance. I will decide how you look." I pulled the band off and ran my fingers through my hair to fluff it a little.

"See, that wasn't so bad," she remarked.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Remove your bra."

I was stunned. Never in my wildest imagination did I expect her to say that. "You are kidding, aren't you?" She shook her head. "Here?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, here. I want to watch you do it for me," she answered.

"I can't possibly remove my bra here, Kelly. I have never been out of the house without a bra since I started wearing them. Besides, someone might see me do it, and it will be so obvious after I do. This thin blouse won't hide much. The material is just going to cling to my breasts, and everyone will see my nipples."

"Knock off the bullshit, Kim. Your excuses are nothing but stalling tactics and are one of the reasons I want you to remove it. I want your assets to be on display for me. Nobody here knows you, and removing it shows your willingness to obey me."

"Please, Kelly, I really can't. You said I don't have to do anything I don't want to do." I replied, this time with less conviction.

"Sure you can, and you will. You say you don't want to, but that's not really true. I think that, deep down, you really want to take it off. You want to experience doing something you've never been brave enough to do before tonight. If for no other reason, you'll remove it because you know that is what I want you to do. Right now, you are simply resisting that impulse. There is a difference between resisting and truly not wanting to do it. No one will even notice you taking it off; well, almost no one. I must be honest and tell you that Allyson and Sam are watching us. Even if anyone else notices, I don't care, and you shouldn't care since you're wearing my collar. You are simply doing what I am ordering you to do and you are obeying my order. The choice is no longer yours to make. You just acknowledged that the collar is a form of bondage. A saying in the scene states that 'In bondage there is freedom.' Do you have any idea what that means?"

"Not really."

"The word bondage, in this context means to be subjected to some external power or control. One voluntarily yields all control to another; to obey and follow the orders of another, without hesitation or question.

"Freedom while in bondage means that you can do things you always desired to do deep down, but would not otherwise do, because, for all intents and purposes, you are being 'forced' to do them. "

"Speaking of your assets, I make you out to be a 36C. How close am I?"

"Close enough for government work," I replied, grinning. I didn't know what this woman was doing to me, but I did get a thrill from the anticipation of the simple act that I was about to perform for her. The electric pulses were traveling through my body as fast as lightening in a heavy thunderstorm.

I also had just enough to drink to remove most of my inbred, small-town inhibitions. "Should I remove my blouse first?" I asked.

"No. In fact, I prefer that you don't. That might come later."

Without losing eye contact with Kelly, I worked my left bra strap off my shoulder and down far enough that I could pull my arm out of it. The right strap followed. Following a deep breath to relax myself, I slipped my hands up under my blouse, worked the bra down to my waist, pulled the clasp around so it was in front and unhooked it.

Kelly laid her hand on the table, palm up. Understanding this unspoken gesture, I folded the bra under the table, placed it on her hand and watched as she slipped the garment into her purse. "You look beautiful that way, Kim; even nicer than I expected. You really should show them off more often. I love how excited your nipples are, too. That tells me you are enjoying doing this for me." She then placed a hand under my right breast. "Just a little sag; you definitely do not need as much support as you seem to think. I love breasts that are slightly pendulous; more bounce to the ounce."

Never had a male complemented me like that, let alone a female. I enjoyed the feel of her hand moving over my breast and gasped as her finger nail traced a fine line over and around my hard nipple. While I could feel my face flushing, I'm sure it turned bright red when I looked over at the bar and saw that Sam and Allyson were watching us. Adding to my embarrassment, Kelly grasped the sleeves of my blouse and pulled them down to the middle of my arms saying, "I think peasant blouses are much sexier when worn off the shoulder." This bared more of my chest than I desired, which was, of course, Kelly's intention. She was getting what she wanted from me. Gawd, she was molding me like a ball of clay, and I wasn't putting up a single ounce of resistance.

I immediately felt a need to try to change the subject. "I must be getting drunk, Kelly. I could swear that the purse you had when I first came over was smaller than that one."

"Nope, you're not drunk, love; just very observant. This one is larger than the one I had when I arrived."

"How..."

She cut me off. "The collar was back at my house and it wouldn't fit in the small clutch, so I switched." To answer my next obvious question she continued, "I only live a couple miles away. Saying I was going to the loo was just a diversion." Not wanting to be any more confused, I decided to stop asking questions.

"It's time to shed some more inhibitions, my dear." She placed her extended hand on the table again, palm up. "Let's have the knickers."

When one does something wrong, they often get defensive when caught, rather than admit their error. I gave the same kind of knee-jerk response to her request even though I immediately knew I was going to obey her. "What are you going to have me remove next, Kelly; my skirt or my blouse?" My tone was even a little brusk.

She stared at me in silence. Now I was afraid that I had gone too far. If I were in her shoes, I would stop right now and simply tell me to go to hell and walk out. I was ready to apologize when she tersely said, "Kim, you need to know impertinence is unacceptable to me. I thought you understood that wearing my collar means you obey my orders. Under normal circumstances, I would take you over my lap right here and spank your ass so hard you wouldn't be able to sit." I shivered at that comment. "Since we just met, consider yourself lucky. You just got away with one. To answer your question, I hadn't planned on having you remove anything else. If you want to, however, I won't object. Moreover, I don't think anyone else here will mind. Come on Kim, quit stalling. Just pull up the sides of your skirt, slip your thumbs into the waistband of your knickers and slip them off." She then laughed and added, "I assume you are wearing them."

I started to laugh as I looked around carefully to see if anyone was watching. "And what is so funny, Kim?"

"I was just thinking that I am glad that I didn't wear a tight skirt." Pleased that Allyson and Sam were occupied, I pulled the hem of my skirt up until I could slip my thumbs around the waistband of my panties. We both started laughing when I encountered some difficulty leaning down to push them off my legs and over my shoes. Embarrassed again, I folded the garment neatly before placing them on her open palm. I was surprised, yet thrilled, when she held them up to her nose. "You smell fantastic. I can't wait to get closer to the real thing. Damn, you're wet, too."

"Do you always go around sniffing other girl's underwear," I teased

"Only those of the girls I want to fuck," she retorted. That was an unexpected reply.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Sam asked, "Can I get you anything else, or may I assume you will be leaving soon?" She was right behind me and, realizing that I didn't know how long she had been there or what she had seen of my last embarrassing act, I felt my face get hot again.

Kelly didn't skip a beat as she calmly slipped the panties into her purse and replied, "No, Sam, nothing right now. Kim has had enough to drink. We're going to dance to a couple more songs then go home."

"Ah, considering the obvious, Dr. Peters, do you still want me to keep tomorrow's appointment?"

"Absolutely, Sam. I would recommend that you plan on doubling your workload, though."

I had no idea what their seemingly cryptic exchange was about, but Sam appeared very happy with the outcome.

When Sam walked away, I asked, "Did she see?"

"Yes, dear, she was right behind you. Allyson saw. too, even though you thought she wasn't watching. Along with a couple customers, they both know you are now naked underneath." I quickly turned towards the bar. Allyson was looking at us with what I would vulgarly call a 'shit-eating grin.' "Don't worry, though. They are all very dear friends of mine and will never tell what they see or hear. Besides, it's a lot more fun doing something like this when you realize someone else knows."

"It's humiliating," I replied.

"Not really, Kim. What you are experiencing is embarrassment. Humiliation takes one much deeper. It is on a level between being embarrassed and being degraded. While I think humiliation is a fun part of the scene and enjoy humiliating my sub on occasion, I deplore those who degrade their charges." Her comment made me wonder how far she planned to go with this and how far I would let it go.

"Since you brought up the subject of skirts, why you decided to wear one tonight, and why is it so long? It definitely would not help ward off the male species."

"Truthfully, Kelly, I rarely wear skirts and the few I own are this long. I don't know why I chose to wear one tonight. I normally don't like to show off my legs."

"Why, for gawd's sake? You have beautiful legs."

Not having a good answer, I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, that is something that will definitely change." I didn't have much time to think about what she meant because she immediately continued, "Right now I want to see more of them. Pull your skirt up."

hirarandi · 08-01-2020, 10:54 PM

Once again, we entered into a stare-down. Her piercing eyes won, of course, and I pulled the skirt up far enough to expose my knees only to hear her say, "Higher." Inch by inch I hiked my skirt only to hear that word again and again, until most of my upper legs were bared. Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief when she said, "Much better."

She slid her chair close enough that our legs were almost touching. The electric shock hit me again when she placed her hand on my knee. As if in a trance, I could not take my eyes away from her captivating face. When she started sliding her hand up my inner thigh, I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. "Spread them Kim," she ordered. I obeyed. The higher her hand moved, the more I spread my legs without thinking about how I was displaying myself. I quickly knew I wanted her to touch me THERE.

As if it were planned, the band's vocalist announced that she wanted to sing a couple of Celine Dion's songs from her album "All the Way." To my disappointment, Kelly ceased her exploration, and exclaimed, "Damn, Kim, you are going to be more fun than I had hoped." With that she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the dance floor saying, "Come on, doll. I love the songs on this album. I will finish exploring that unknown territory later." I melted into her arms as she held me tight and we moved to the slow beat of the title song. Her right hand moved down to rest on the back of my skirt. "Tell me, dear. How does it feel to be out in public sans underwear?"

"Definitely different; Honestly, I have never done anything like this before."

"Does it turn you on a little?"

"Oh, more than a little, especially after what you just did to me," I replied as I kissed her neck.

"I'll give you all night to stop that!"

We did not stop dancing as the band segued into the beautiful and captivating "The Power of Love." At the start of the third song, "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," we both commented that it was very fitting for the moment, and quite sultry, so we continued to dance. Just before the end of the song, Kelly grasped my hips, pulled them tightly to hers and tenderly kissed me. I moaned as her lips caressed mine. My knees shook. I felt all hot and bothered just like I did when I received my first kiss as a teenager. Just when I realized that I enjoyed kissing another woman, I felt her tongue push against my lips. I froze and pulled back. Her hand went behind my head and pulled it back to hers. Again, the kiss was soft and tender, but, to my surprise, she didn't try to French me again.

"OK, ladies, let's try a couple newer pieces," the leader announced. She immediately started singing Little Big Town's "Girl Crush,"

"Wow! This is apropos, Kim. I've already got a crush on you. It doesn't totally fit our situation, but I like it. The next song was a complete surprise: Katy Perry's "I Kissed A Girl." Kelly hugged me tightly as we slowly swayed to the sensuous beat of the song. "Now this is perfect, Kim. You just kissed your first girl."

The song ended and Kelly exclaimed, "Come on, doll. Now I'm all hot and bothered. Let's get out of here before I end up creating a scene right in the middle of the dance floor."

At our table Kelly opened her purse and removed a chain dog leash, with a leather loop handle. Sam had left the check on the table. Kelly also took some cash from her purse and laid it on the tray. "What about my check?" I asked as she grabbed my hand to leave.

"Don't worry. Sam put everything on my bill."

"But I didn't pay for the drink I had at the bar."

"That was taken care of too. Now let's get the hell out of here."

I was completely surprised when she clipped it to my collar and said, "Come along, pet."

"Ah...Kelly, it this really necessary."

"It definitely is, my dear. The collar is a symbol that someone owns you, but the leash leaves no doubt that I am the owner."

The collar, my unfettered, bouncing tits, rock hard nipples, and especially the leash, made me feel extra conspicuous as we walked the length of the restaurant and out the door. I was glad the other patrons couldn't see my lack of panties. Nevertheless, the whole scene was really turning me on. A modest breeze was blowing as we exited the building, causing my skirt to rise ever so slightly. The coolness made me acutely aware of my naked condition under it.

It was impossible to know how many surprises might be awaiting me because of meeting Kelly. The next one was, literally, just around the corner.

hirarandi · 09-01-2020, 03:31 AM

I was feeling more and more at ease with Kelly and automatically slipped my hand through her arm as we walked through the parking lot. The leash even gave me a thrill. I wondered what kind of car she drove. At least I thought a car would be our destination. Imagine my surprise when she stopped beside a motorcycle, looked at me and said, "Here is your taxi madam."

"Oh, my gawd! This motorcycle isn't really yours, is it? I exclaimed.

"You bet it is! Ever ride one?" I shook my head. "Just for information, though, it's not just a motorcycle. It's a HOG!"

"A hog? I don't understand." I replied quizzically.

"Yes, dear, it is a Hog. It is the ultimate motorcycle, in my opinion. Obviously, my naive little friend doesn't know that Harley Davidson Motorcycles are known as Hogs. It's really an acronym for 'Harley Owners Group.'" I had to admit my total ignorance of the subject but liked the name.

Kelly opened a saddlebag, tossed me the helmet she removed and said, "Put this on and climb aboard. I'll give you a little ride around town before we go home."

"But... I'm wearing a skirt."

"Don't worry. Just don't sit on it, though. I want that bare butt gracing my leather seat. Just put your arms around me and hang on." She laughed as I jumped and mewed when my flesh met the cold leather.

As we started down the street, I quickly felt the wind against my bare skin I realized that the air currents were causing my dress to lift. I alternately pulled my arms back doing my best to hold it down. Kelly turned her head and yelled, "You need to hold on tightly, Kim. I don't want you to fall off." Her warning did not deter me. I guess I figured falling off was a lesser fate than exposing my naked ass. Suddenly she pulled to the side of the road, stopped, and reached back into the saddlebag. At her insistence, I put my arms around her waist again. She grabbed my wrists. And before I realized what was happening, she had handcuffed my hands in front of her. "There," she commented, "this isn't the safest way to ride, but it's a hell of a lot safer than having you fidget so much trying to protect your modesty. I moved closer to her.

She drove around at a modest speed, showing me the sights of the town, since I had not seen much yet, normally traveling only from my hotel to work and back. The wind did force my skirt to climb up my legs, baring them nearly to my naked crotch and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. At least I was close enough to her that it might not be noticeable. I still worried about the sides and back.

"Kelly?" I yelled after about half an hour.

"Yes, Kim."

"I hate to be a pest, but I should have gone to the girl's room before we left Lisa's. I didn't because I thought we were going straight to your house. I think the vibration of your bike might have speeded things up a bit. Now I really need to go. Could you stop at a fast food restaurant or a service station, please?"

She did not reply, but soon turned into a deserted parking lot, parked the bike and opened one of the cuffs. We got off and she said, "OK, you can relieve yourself now."

"Where, I don't see a restroom?"

"You don't need a restroom. Just go in the grass over there. I'll wait."

"Ah, on second thought, I can probably hold it until we get to your house."

"Nothing doing! I stopped here just for you and we're not leaving until you finish pissing."

"Oh, what the hell," I thought. "There's no one else around. It's a new adventure." As I turned and started walking towards the grassy area that she had indicated, she started laughing and said, "Come on back, Kim. I was just kidding. My house is just down the block. I'm just testing your limits." After I expelled the breath I was holding, she added, "You should know that you will be trying it sometime, though."

"You're still teasing me, aren't you?"

Her reply was a deep, passionate kiss and hug. Had she been a guy, I would have classified it as a true toe-curling kiss. Hell, it was a toe-curling kiss regardless of the sex of my paramour. I felt my clit twitch again from the sensations that surged through my body.

When she broke the embrace, she removed the other handcuff and said, "We won't need these until we get home. I think you now know exactly how and where I want your hands when riding my bike." I quickly put my arms around her to hold on as she gunned the Hog.

We entered her garage two minutes later. She literally pulled me into the house with the leash and pushed me against the wall next to the door. Entwining her fingers in mine, she raised my arms above my head and pressed her body tightly against me. Her lips pressed hard against mine in another passionate kiss then retreated only to move down and begin sucking my hard nipple through the thin material of my blouse. There is no doubt in my mind that the sexual expletives emanating from my mouth at that moment gave her impetus to continue for she quickly grasped the hem of the blouse and pushed it up to my neck. I, in turn, instinctively pulled her head against me and moaned as she bit and sucked the bare, distended bud.

In what seemed like one fluid motion, my newfound friend stood up, pressed her body against mine again, raised the back of my skirt, and grasped my naked ass to pull my hips up and against her. When her lips met mine, I moaned once more and wrapped a leg around the back of hers.

Suddenly her tongue attempted to penetrate my mouth. With the back of my head against the wall, I could not retreat. In what was an automatic reaction my whole body stiffened, and I locked my lips and teeth together while moving my head back and forth. Kelly pulled her head back and stared into my eyes. "What's wrong, Kim. Haven't you ever French kissed someone before?"

A tear formed as I tried to explain that a date in high school had pushed a little too far during some passionate kissing in his car. He had slipped his hand under my skirt and was trying to pull my panties down as our passions increased. I knew that I had to stop, or things would go farther than I wanted. When he started thrusting his tongue into my mouth, I started to fight him off. Nearly banging me, he ripped some of my clothes before coming to his senses. Since then, every attempt a guy has made to French me has reminded me of that event. "I know that is silly, but I can't seem to help it." Then I said, "Maybe if I had yielded to that small act with Jeff, he wouldn't have cheated on me."

Kelly laid her hands on the side of my face and said, "Oh Kim, I'm so sorry. I know what it is like to have gremlins in one's life. You are not silly for reacting that way. Look, I am not a guy and I do not have a dick between my legs. I'm not going to bang you either. As far as Jeff goes, it should not have mattered to him. A true lover would be patient and wait until you are ready. Just relax and let me show you how much pleasure it can be with a woman." She removed the leash from my collar and tossed it aside.

I watched as the tip of her wet tongue as it barely exited her mouth and slowly moved over her lips several times until they glistened with her saliva. She then wet my lips in the same manner but did not attempt to penetrate them. I didn't resist her touch. In fact, I liked it. "Ok, Kim. It's your turn. Wet my lips with your tongue." My resistance lessened as I obeyed. "Now I want you to stick your tongue out as far as you can." When I did, she captured the tip lightly between her lips for a second then pulled back, keeping her lips tight until they slipped free. She did this repeatedly, sucking a little more of my tongue into her mouth each time, then pulled back, letting it slowly slip out from her lips. I raised my arms to hold her, but she pushed them back down to my side. I realized that the only parts of our bodies that were still touching were her lips and my tongue which was exactly what she wanted. During the next trip she sucked my tongue into her mouth until our lips touched but only for a second. Once again, she slowly pulled back while continuing to suck. It was if she was slowly fucking my tongue with her lips.

After what seemed like a dozen times that her lips slipped off the tip of my tongue, she said, "It's your turn, Kim. Do you think you can do the same thing to me?" Wanting to try, I could only nod. "Just use your lips to caress my tongue. Try to not move your tongue while mine is your mouth." I hadn't even noticed that she had not moved her tongue against mine. "Now, did that bother you?" she asked after I finished. Words would not come. I simply shook my head. "Ok, remember how you sucked the cheesecake from my finger at Lisa's?" I nodded. "Well, imagine my tongue is coated with cheesecake and amaretto. Clean it off." I did not hesitate any longer. She offered her oral muscle and, with lips locked, I sucked it into my mouth. I moaned as our tongues suddenly started a sensual dance that seemed to last forever. I felt the passion within me start to build to a crescendo, like a dam about to burst. I turned my head slightly and opened my mouth more to accommodate her plunging tongue that now seemed to be fucking my throat. Not quite understanding what was happening to me, I could not believe I was suddenly wondering what it would be like to have her tongue between my legs. I threw my arms around her neck. This time she didn't push them back down.

Kelly broke the embrace first. "Whoa, Pilgrim!" I laughed at her John Wayne imitation. It reminded me of Holly Hunter in the movie "Always." "Damn, girl, you are a quick learner and a fast mover. I know we're going to enjoy one another. However, right this minute, we are moving a little faster than I want. We need to slow down before I push you down on the floor and take you right here in the hall. However, I admit that wouldn't be all bad either. I want you, but we are going to do it my way, at my pace. Don't forget who is the dominant one here. Besides, I seem to remember you had a little problem earlier. Do you still have to go?"

"Oh, gawd, yes! I forgot!"

"First thing first, though. I have waited long enough. I want to see the rest of you, doll. Strip!" Even though my chest was already exposed, I couldn't believe what she was telling me to do. On one hand, I wanted to, yet, again, my modesty held me back. I have never done anything like this before. I stared at her while her eyes stood firm, as if they alone were ordering me to remove my clothes. My resistance faded like a small sapling bending in the wind. I knew one thing: I unequivocally wanted to please this awesome woman standing in front of me. She wanted me naked and, deep down, I wanted to be naked for her. My fingers trembled uncontrollably as I grasped the hem of my blouse and finished pulling it over my head. "Fold it neatly and place it on the floor beside you," she ordered. I obeyed, thinking, as I bent down, what I must look like naked from the waist up. As though guided by some outside force, my thumbs slipped into the elastic waistband of my skirt. Kelly's eyes smiled as she watched me push the last remnant of modesty down my legs. I let it drop to the floor, stepped out of it, folded it and placed it on top of the blouse. The loafers were kicked off and stacked, side by side, on the skirt.

When I raised my leg to remove a sock she said, "No! Leave them on." I didn't argue, although I suddenly felt strange. Standing before her totally naked was one thing, but to be wearing nothing but socks...oh, yea, and her collar...that was something else. She stepped back, extended her hand, pointed her finger towards the floor and moved it in a circle. I twirled around for her. "Oh, yes, I definitely like what I see. Nice ass! Thank you, Allyson." I had hoped she would kiss me again, but, without another comment, she picked up my clothes, turned and started walking away. "The loo is just down the hall on the right. I will heat some water for tea while you tinkle. Meet me in the kitchen when you finish. You won't have a problem finding it. It is across the den to the left."

She finished putting two tea bags into a pot just as I entered the kitchen, I couldn't remember any time in my life when I felt as self-conscious as I did at that point. I had hoped that Kelly would have removed her clothes, too. However, much to my disappointment, she was still fully dressed. As I thought about it, I realized that I had never walked around naked in front of others. In fact, I had not been naked in front of another woman since the showers in high school gym class. Even when I was with Jeff I always undressed in the dark. I kept a robe next to the bed to grab as soon as I could. He and I never even showered together. Looking back, I cannot believe I was that modest. It was probably another reason he cheated on me.

Unsure about what I should do, my hands automatically moved to cover my breasts and pubic area when Kelly turned to look at me. The sparkling smile was still in her eyes. "Put your arms down, Kimberly. Don't try to hide yourself from me." Without hesitation, I obeyed. "Oh, my, yes!" she exclaimed. "What did I do to deserve you; and how am I going to repay Allyson for introducing us?" I permitted a small, heavily embarrassed smile to cross my face. I wanted to say, "Thank you," but thought it would sound silly.

"Come to me," she commanded. As I walked across the room, my fingers strayed to the strip of leather around my neck. "Is my collar bothering you? I can get the key and take it off if."

"No, Kelly, it isn't bothering me. I must admit that something happened to me when I heard the lock snap shut. I cannot explain it, but I felt as if my whole persona had been transformed. Less than four hours ago I walked into Lisa's wanting to be alone and drown my sorrows with alcohol. You swept me off my feet and had me do things I never imagined. Gawd, I still cannot believe I removed my underwear there. I'm afraid that I might want to revert to my old self if you remove my collar."

"Oh, I doubt that, but I'm pleased you still want to wear it. It really does look good around your neck and the symbolism is tremendous. Just for the record, though, it is my collar, not yours." I wanted to kiss her again but was afraid to make the first move, so I just stood in place watching her walk around the kitchen while she prepared a tray to carry to the den.

"Kelly?"

"Yes, Kim?"

"Are you going to join me?"

"What do you mean? We're here together aren't we?"

"That isn't what I meant. It really is embarrassing being naked like this when you are still fully clothed."

"If you are asking me to undress, too, the answer is 'No, I'm not going to.' I want you to feel embarrassed. I like seeing you naked and I intend to stay fully clothed."

"But why?"

"What's that old saying about it's my ball so we play by my rules?' Well, it is my house and my rules! I want you to get used to being naked while in my house. No more questions."

"Oh!"

She did suggest that we sit at the breakfast table while we continued talking and learn more about one another. My embarrassment did not lessen. After the teakettle started to whistle, Kelly poured the boiling water into a teapot and said, "Let's take a quick tour of the house while the tea brews. Then we can relax in the den where we will be more comfortable. I definitely want to continue this fantastic conversation." She picked up the tray, handed it to me with instructions to place it on the coffee table as we passed through the den.

I could not believe I was walking naked beside her, holding her hand, as she showed me through the house. Back in the den, we walked around the room while she lit about a dozen candles and turned off the lights. Finally, she lighted the gas fireplace. The candlelight and the ambient light from the fireplace made the room quite romantic, of course. I was disappointed when she sat on the sofa then indicated that I should sit in an overstuffed chair across from her.

I was immediately admonished when I crossed my legs and was instructed to never do it again while wearing her collar. Once my feet were flat on the floor, she said, "You're going to get a muscle cramp from squeezing your legs together like that, Kim. Relax." I relaxed enough that my knees moved about one inch apart. "You can do better than that," she commanded. This time I didn't budge. She stood, moved over to me, pushed my knees about a foot apart and said, "Keep them that way, Kimberly. A woman's vagina is a thing of beauty. You should be proud of it and shouldn't try to hide it; especially from me." I felt the flush in my face as she sat down again, looked at me and said, "Thank you. The view is much better now."

Kelly picked up a remote control and pushed a couple buttons. Soft music immediately invaded the room. "I hope you like classical," she said. "I find it to be rather intimate and soothing." I quickly agreed with her comment.

"You may serve the tea now, Kim. It should be ready." I was extremely conscious of my slightly pendulant breasts when I leaned forward to place two cups on saucers then poured the tea. I gave one cup to her and wasn't sure what she meant when she said, "Thank you. I hope that someday you will give me a chance to teach you the proper way to serve tea, Kim."

Holding my own cup, I sat down again in the chair across from Kelly, while trying to act natural. After a lull in our conversation, Kelly spoke first, "Kim, I want you to know that I do not go around picking up strangers in bars."

"You indicated that at Lisa's. I am pleased to know you don't. And you need to know that I have never permitted anyone to pick me up in a bar...until tonight, that is." That cracked both of us up. I then added, "I guess we weren't total strangers since Allyson did introduce us first." We laughed again.

"Seriously though, we talked very little about ourselves at Lisa's. I'd want to know a lot more personal information about you, and visa-versa, if we're going to sleep together."

"Damn! Now I'm disappointed I didn't realize you planned on sleeping," I retorted with a quivering, nervous, voice. More laughter ensued. Then I added, "I agree. What would you like to know?"

"Everything!" We sipped our tea and exchanged years of personal information over the next hour. I told her more than I have ever shared with any one individual. Finally, she patted the sofa beside her and said, "It's time to get your ass over here, Kim. I want to hold you." With a little hesitation, I obeyed her request. "Put your legs up on the sofa and relax." The candlelight suddenly became extremely romantic. I felt very comfortable being with her but could not get over the strange feeling of how unusual we must look with me naked, except for socks and a collar, while she was fully clothed, although I no longer cared. I laid my head on her shoulder. She took my left hand in hers and put her right arm around my shoulder.

"Ummmm. It feels good to be in your arms, Kelly. It feels so... well, perfect. I must admit I didn't realize I could feel this way with another woman."

"You aren't cold, are you?"

"No. Truthfully, I'm just fine."

"Good. I'm enjoying your nudity and didn't want to cover you anyhow."

We sat there unmoving for a long time just enjoying the music and our mutual softness and warmth. I literally gasped when her hand slid off my shoulder and slowly started to massage my breast. Every guy I ever knew would have been clawing at my tits already. The feeling was soft and blissful. I swear that her delicate touch caused my clit to jump. Again!

Finally, she released my hand and grasped my chin, turned my head slightly and kissed me. It was a simple kiss and ended quickly. "Turn around so I can hug and kiss you at the same time, doll." I stretched out facing her then relaxed into her arms. Her left arm cradled my head and her right went around my back to pull me tightly against her. My eyes closed as our lips met softly before merging hard when lust took over. Taking the initiative, I pushed my tongue through her lips and put my hand at the back of her head to insure she could not pull away. In a reverse of roles, I literally attempted to fuck her oral cavity with my tongue. I would have thrust it down her throat if that were possible.

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Soon her right hand slipped to my side. Without releasing our lip lock, I pulled my body back to give her additional access to what I hoped was her ultimate goal. I was not disappointed. The hand quickly moved up to my breast. What I did not expect was for her to begin delicately rolling my hard nipple between her thumb and index finger. Damn, did that feel good! I groaned deeply.

Even though I resisted, she managed to break her mouth away from mine. I didn't really mind, however, because her mouth replaced her fingers on my nipple. The position of her head allowed me to start fucking her ear with my tongue. She bit my nipple. I moaned then exclaimed. "Oh my gawd, woman!" I moaned, "What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing compared to what I hope to do over the next few hours, dear," she replied and resumed sucking. I felt as though a vacuum cleaner was pulling my tit into her mouth.

As she continued to suck, she worked her hand to my other nipple and was soon rolling it between her finger and thumb. I continued to tongue fuck her ear and suck the lobe. I just knew that I was secreting juices between my legs. "And this is only the beginning" I thought.

Soon her hand left my chest and she raised her head. "You look like you're enjoying yourself, dear."

"More than you know. Please don't stop now." Her mouth found mine again and our tongues started a mating dance just as I felt her hand sliding up the back of my leg to my bare ass. "Ummmmmm," I groaned before moving my hip back and forth to let her know I approved and wanted her to continue (as if she needed my approval).

She squeezed my buttock, slid her fingers down my crack, and then moved her hand around to my abdomen. That is not where I wanted her hand right then and to tell her so, I raised my leg by putting my foot on the inside of my knee. "Ooh, my hot little wench wants me to play with my pussy, does she?"

"Oh, gawd, yes!"

"Then you have to ask me."

"Touch me there, Kelly."

"You have to say it the way I did, love."

"Kelly, I need you. Please put your hand between my legs."

"You can do better than that Kim. Ask me to play with my pussy."

"OK Kelly! Anything you want, just play with my pussy. Please."

"Gee, you nearly got it right that time."

"Please quit teasing, Kelly. I said what you wanted me to say. I need you to play with my pussy."

"Not quite, dear. You are missing a very important point. That little furry piece of real estate between your legs belongs to me as long as you are wearing my collar. It is not Kimberly's pussy. It is Kelly's. Actually, it is not Kelly's pussy either. Kelly's pussy is between her legs. What you have between your legs is a cunt."

"OK, please play with my cunt then." I could not remember ever using that word aloud.

See, you still missed my point. Who owns that cunt, Kimberly?"

"You do!"

"Now ask me correctly."

Then it struck me. "Ok, Kelly, you win. For gawd's sake, please play with YOUR cunt. Please!" I think I was screaming at this point.

I think I reached a state of felicity the second her fingers touched my nether lips. Her middle finger easily slid into my wet tunnel of love then retreated. "Damn, girl, you are dripping." She held the wet digit up for me to see how wet it was.

"It's entirely your fault, Kelly. Please don't stop."

"In due time, my love. In due time. You cannot cum until I want you to and give you permission. Remember: My house, my rules." I groaned with displeasure. I was tight as a bowstring and needed relief. Instead of pleasuring me, she moved her finger closer to my face. "Have you ever tasted your love juices?" I shook my head. "Damn, have you ever done anything besides have sex in the missionary position?" I giggled and said that yes, I had experimented a few times.

"It sure as hell doesn't seem like it. Oh, well, I intend to change that. Open up for a new experience." I obediently sucked my juices from her finger, finding that I actually enjoyed the taste.

hirarandi · 09-01-2020, 03:33 AM

"I think it's about time to take the edge off things," Kelly commented after kissing me quickly. "First, though, you need something to occupy yourself while I continue playing with my cunt." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled one side open to expose her breast. I had felt its softness against my cheek earlier, of course, but this is the first time I was able to see that its shape was conical with a hard nipple. Even her areola was conical, unlike my flat ones. It reminded me of Hershey Kisses except that Kelly's nipple was much larger than the tip of a Kiss. I knew just where it belonged. I loved the fact that I would be able to suck her breast deep into my mouth. She apologized because they were only 34Bs.

"Get off it, Kelly. You have beautiful breasts. I think mine are too big. You probably realize this will be another new experience for me, and I know I am going to thoroughly enjoy it."

"Once more, just for the record, Kimberly, as you stated, I have breasts. Sometimes I'll call them tits, but that decision is mine to make." She squeezed my breast. "This is definitely a tit. Do you understand the difference?"

"Yes, ma'am. You have breasts on your chest. I have tits on mine, and I assume the tits on my chest belong to you, just like your cunt, as long as I wear your collar."

She laughed at my unexpected answer. "Yes, pet, your tits do belong to me. You definitely learn some things faster than most subs."

I worked my arm free so I could grasp her breast. It fit perfectly in my hand. I sucked the nipple and areole between my lips, even though I wanted to try to take as much of her breast as possible into my mouth, This time I brought a moan from her throat. I was pleased I was able to get this reaction from her. "Just so you know, doll, my nipples are extra sensitive. I can almost climax when they are being sucked," she said.

"I hope you don't mind, but right now, I want to be your little girl. I have a sudden urge to nurse."

"I don't mind at all. I just don't think I'd be doing this to my little girl while she nursed," she replied as her hand slipped back between my legs. Now it was my turn to moan. I started sucking harder. Her two middle fingers slipped into my love tunnel while her index and little finger rested on my blood-filled labia. Because I was already hot, I felt myself quickly approaching the goal we both desired. Her fingers massaged my G-spot as they moved in and out of my (her) wet cunt. As the apex neared, my moans got louder, and my lips worked faster on her breast. my eyes were closed but I knew she was watching me closely. Sensing I was near the top, she pressed the heel of her hand against my clit. Like a bitch in heat, I started humping it.

It was only a few more seconds before I climaxed violently. My legs clamped tight on her hand and my body shook violently. I stopped sucking to release the screams from my throat. Kelly's simple actions had just taken me to another dimension of time and place. Never had masturbation or being fucked caused me to lose awareness of my being. She had started to construct my eventual orgasm when she told me to remove my bra, and her fingers created the final explosion.

I slowly and lovingly started to suckle her breast again as I gradually returned to earth, wondering, "Where would she take me next."

I didn't realize it at the time, but my action was, in fact, just like a baby nursing. Kelly felt this and said, "That's right, my baby girl. Suck on mommy's breast." I glanced up at her and saw a big smile. "I hope you are enjoying my breast as much as I'm enjoying your lips, dear." I nodded without releasing her.

She gave me a couple more minutes before extracting her hand from between my legs. Holding her cum covered fingers near my face, she said, "Why don't you clean up the mess you made on my hand." I grasped her wrist and started licking at my juices. I even licked between her fingers to insure I got every tasty drop. "You know, Kim, you are turning out to be a bigger slut than I thought you would be." We both grinned.

Following her instructions, I sat on her lap, facing her while straddling her legs. She put her hands under my breasts, lifting and bouncing them as if testing them for size and weight. Because I was on her lap, my boobs were level with her face. Her eyes literally twinkled as she looked at them. "You were wrong, dear. They are not too big. I love them. We are going to have a lot of fun with them, too. I promise. "Men have a terrible saying concerning women's tits: 'Anything more than a mouthful is a waste.' My answer to that is, 'They are full of shit.' I am going to enjoy devouring every square inch of both of these." I was disappointed that she only leaned forward and kissed each nipple once. I wanted more, but she had other ideas. "Do you wonder why I told you not to remove your socks?" she asked.

"So, I wouldn't feel totally naked?" I teased.

"Nope, I have fetish for white socks. I had told you that I didn't know what initially caught my attention when you walked into Lisa's. Well, I am now positive it was the socks and the fact that you were wearing them along with a skirt. I do not have many weaknesses but seeing a female wearing a skirt or dress and white socks, ankle or knee, is one of them. I do have a preference towards ankle socks, though. Seeing a girl wearing nothing but white socks is particularly arousing. In fact, I want you to walk around the room right now so I can watch you." I strutted the way I thought a model would move down a walkway, surprised that doing this for her was turning me on again.

"Now, stand in front of me, grasp your hands behind your back and spread your legs."

That position put me on display and thrust my tits out. Somehow, I knew it also enhanced my nakedness. Once again, I flushed with embarrassment. "I wish you could see yourself from my perspective, Kim. The candlelight twinkling off your body makes you look absolutely radiant. I just cannot believe you are all mine for the night.

"Run up to the bathroom for me. On the vanity is a mirrored tray. A small leather bag is on it. Next to the tray is a blue, flowered overnight bag. Bring both bags to me." As I walked away, she commented, "You probably don't realize it, but you do have a gorgeous ass, dear."

Kelly did not take her eyes off me as I descended the stairs. It is difficult, if not impossible to explain, but the way she looked at me at that moment made me feel like a goddess. She instructed me to place the two bags on the floor, next to the coffee table. At the same time, she picked up the remote and pushed a button. The violin concerto that was playing suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, a new CD started to play. I immediately recognized a song that I have heard on the "oldies" radio station many times; "You Light Up My Life." I told Kelly that I recognized the song but said that the voice was not familiar.

She stood up and pulled me to the middle of the room. "That's probably because you never heard LeAnn Rimes sing it. Nancy Sinatra sung the original. I just thought the first three songs of this CD are quite appropriate right now."

We started dancing. One of her hands was in the middle of my back pulling me tightly against her while the other squeezed my bare ass. Her blouse was still open, and I was enjoying the feel of her breasts pushing against me.

"Kelly?"

"Yes, Kim."

"Why am I the still only one here without clothes."

"I already told you. Because that's the way I want it."

"Oh." Why did I get the feeling I would be hearing that answer a lot?

When the first song ended, Kelly stepped back and said, "You may remove my shirt now, pet, if you want to."

"Hell yes, I want to!" I thought. "And that's not the only thing I want to remove."

She had controlled everything up to this point, and I couldn't deny the fact that I had enjoyed every moment, so I forced myself to be patient. I felt that there was a high probability I would like whatever else she wanted. I opened the remaining buttons just as the second song came on. It was LeAnn's rendition of Bette Midler's "The Rose." I removed her cufflinks, pushed the shirt off her shoulders, folded it neatly, and laid it on the floor next to the sofa. When we continued our dance, I swooned from the sensation of my hard nipples pressing against her bare skin and her nipples against my skin. I still wanted her totally naked but was willing to wait forever if that's what she planned. Well, almost forever. It just felt so good to put my arms around her back and touch her skin. I pulled her tightly to me and she slid both of her hands down to squeeze my ass again.

At the end of "The Rose" Kelly pressed the pause button on the remote, walked to the coffee table, opened the leather bag, removed two silver captive ball rings and handed them to me. "Had I known that I would be meeting up with you tonight, love, I would have worn these to Lisa's. I normally wear them any time I am not at work. Tonight I was in a rush and didn't put them on. This is even better, though. Now you get the privilege of doing it for me." I did not quite understand. I thought the pendant earrings she was wearing were much nicer than plain captive ball rings, but I wanted to please her. If she wanted simple rings, that is what she would get.

I raised my hand to remove the pendant from her pierced right earlobe. She stopped me and said, "What are you doing, Kim?"

"There is only one set of holes in your ears. I can't put these rings in unless I remove the pendants first."

She grabbed my cheeks, chuckled, and kissed me hard on the lips. "Oh, Kim darling, I absolutely love your virgin mind. That little town where you grew up kept you from becoming too worldly. I am surprised college didn't open your eyes more. I have a lot to teach you. The rings are for my nipples."

I blushed again, while replying, "Of course, how could I be so stupid? I know that women get their nipples pierced."

"I still wonder if my pet has had any sexual experiences other than giving hand jobs to teenagers and fucking in the missionary position." Her wide grin told me that she was teasing, but we both knew she was close to the truth.

My hands shook as I held her breast and pushed one ring through a pierced nipple then slipped the captive ball in place. One cannot imagine how sexually stimulating this simple act can be when doing it to someone else. Just about everything I had done since meeting this woman has been euphoric.

After inserting the second ring, I placed the tips of my index fingers through the two rings, lifted them and let them fall. "Damn, they look sexy," I said.

"And that's exactly why I wear them, dear. You're going to love sucking my nipples even more now." I had no doubt about that.

Kelly started the CD again. I had never heard a female sing "Bridge Over Troubled Waters." LeAnn's version was fantastic. Now that Kelly was wearing the rings, I was even more aware of her breasts pressing against me. Feeling as if I were floating on air, I wished I could have a picture of the two of us together like this. I smiled as I wondered how erotic we must look: me wearing nothing but socks and Kelly naked from the waist up except for her rings.

Kelly led me back to the sofa, clicked the remote again, starting a CD of soft piano music, then sat down and said. "My feet are tired. I am sure they would appreciate a nice massage." I knelt and removed her shoes. They were low-heel booties. To my surprise, she was wearing white ankle socks.

"You may finish undressing me while you're at it, love, except for the socks, of course." I started to stand but she said, "No, stay there. I like you on your knees. I'll do the standing."

I unbuckled her belt, opened the clasp and pulled the zipper down. As I slipped the pants over her hips, I saw that she was bare under them. "Oh, wow," I exclaimed, "No panties!" I didn't realize how wild it is to undress a woman and find she isn't wearing panties. "Did you remove them when you came home for the collar?"

"No. Actually, I go without them a lot. I feel quite sexy when I am not wearing knickers."

"Gawd, Kelly. You're shaved, too. It's so... so... sensuous. I love it! You are absolutely amazing."

"I'm glad you approve, dear." Her female musk penetrated my nostrils. It was heavenly. She sat down again while I folded her pants and added them to the pile of discarded clothing. "Have you ever seen a shaved vagina before, Kim," she asked.

I shook my head.

"Ok, you can look closer, but don't touch," she said as she spread her legs for me.

The first thing I noticed was the silver ring. "You're pierced there, too!" I screamed.

She slipped her pinkie finger into the ring and pulled. I watched her clit stretch. "Do you like what I've been hiding from you?"

"Oh, most definitely. I have heard about women getting clitoral piercings but cannot imagine doing it to myself. Somehow being shaved makes it so much more obvious."

"I think every woman should pierce her clit or labia," she said. "I have a pendant, a horseshoe and barbells that I trade off with the ring. I neglect my nipples quite often, but wear something in this piercing 24/7.

When I was finally able to take my eyes off the ring, I stared at the absolute charm of the soft, female flesh between her legs. Without hair, every part of her pubic area was on display. I had, on a few occasions, explored myself with a mirror and decided that the female genital area is much more beautiful and mysterious when compared to a male penis. In some ways, Kelly's sex lips reminded me of the rosette pattern of some flowers and succulents. I never had the privilege of having this view before, even though I have seen naked women many times in gym showers. Nor did I ever imagine that my first close look at another pussy would be of one that was shaved, pierced, and fully aroused. Because the candlelight was being reflected off the juices that she was secreting, her labia literally sparkled.

I wanted to touch her there, which is exactly why she forbade me from taking liberties. I wanted to know what a smooth pussy felt like. The lack of hair made it look so clean. There was a definite, sexual quality about it. Sexier, I thought, than what those covered with hair look like. I am sure every cunt is different (most look the same when covered with hair and viewed from the front), but I am willing to bet that each one is, in its own way, a thing of beauty. I know that the collective beauty of the one I was now seeing was approaching perfection. I had never really considered going down on another woman before, but this one was inviting me in. I wanted to touch her with my fingers, my lips and my tongue. I wanted to taste her juices and feast on their source.

Kelly interrupted my musing. "Ah, Kim, I do appreciate that gleam in your eye over my shaved pussy, but aren't you forgetting your original assignment? My feet still ache."

"Oh, damn. I'm sorry, Kelly. I forgot."

"Don't worry. I distracted you on purpose. Just get to work." I loved the way she smiled at me. I was still in a kneeling position, so I sat back to rest on my legs in order to be more comfortable. I started the massage by wrapping both hands around her right foot and rubbing the sole with my thumbs. Kelly responded almost immediately. "Umm. You do that very well, my dear. I will give you two hours to quit; well, maybe only an hour. I do have other plans for you."

A minute later, she raised her left foot and rubbed her toe against my right nipple. I slapped the intruder lightly and said, "Cut it out, girl. How do you expect me to concentrate on your foot when you are doing that?"

"Damn, I thought you computer nerds could multi-task and do nearly anything without being distracted." she teased.

"Ooh, that was low. Besides, I am not a nerd. They're the programmers and hardware people," I replied laughing.

"You know, Kim, I changed my mind. I want you to remove my socks."

"Would you do a favor for me first?"

"That all depends on what you want, Kim," she said with a grin.

I was a little embarrassed to explain. "Well, you mentioned that you have a sock fetish and then had me walk around for you. I think I feel sexier wearing nothing but my white socks than I would if I were completely naked. Maybe I have the same fetish," I laughed. "Would you walk around the room so I can see how sexy you look wearing nothing but socks?"

"I can do that for you, dear. Especially since you asked so nicely." She leaned down, kissed me and then did her own strut. She was right. A girl wearing nothing but white socks is very sexy. I cannot believe I did not notice her physique before this, though. Maybe my mind was over-occupied. She was a striking woman. Without any sag, her conical breasts pointed straight out from her chest. Her upper body tapered to a narrow waist. Tight muscles in her arms and thighs indicated, to me, that she probably worked out every day. Her back and a firm, muscular ass emphasized that point. I can honestly say that I was lusting over her body as she walked around the room, I was a little disappointed when she sat down again. My hands shook as I removed the socks and admired her body some more. I do not know which of the Fates brought me together with this Venus de Milo, but I thanked them all, just to be sure.

Kelly turned and pulled another item from her leather bag. It was a toe ring. "Here, put this on my second toe. I love it but usually don't wear it with shoes."

I spent about ten minutes massaging each foot and loved every second. She continued teasing my nipples with the toes of her free foot, and I didn't complain any more. When I finished, Kelly said, "You do that like an expert, Kim. Maybe I will keep you as my slave. Oh darn, that wouldn't work, though. As my slave, you'd be required to wash my feet with your tongue, and that's something you couldn't possibly do, right?"

I stared at the beautiful smile on her face for several seconds, before lifting her foot again. "My Mistresses' smallest wish shall be Her slave's command."

If, twenty-four hours before, anyone had told me that I would do something this kinky, I would have called them so many profane names that I would have embarrassed myself. Yet here I was, naked, kneeling in front of a naked woman, enjoying myself by licking her feet. I started with long wet strokes the length of the sole. I decided to leave her toes until last and tongue-washed the tops of her feet up to her ankles.

Kelly complimented me when I ran my tongue between each of her toes. I loved the sensation this small act created on my tongue. Then I had a great idea. One by one, I sucked her toes into my mouth. I treated each one like a miniature cock and tried to make it cum. I paid special attention, for some unknown reason, to the toe with the ring. Task completed, I held her foot in my hand and said, "Does my Mistress feel that Her slave did a satisfactory job?"

"It was fantastic you slut. You learn fast for one so sexually naïve."

"Does my Mistress wish for me to get a pan of water and actually wash her feet now?"

Spreading her legs wide, she asked, "Oh, I think we can save that service for another day. Is there anything else that you might want to lick with that tongue, my dear slave?"

"Oh, yes, there is, Mistress, but may I first make a suggestion?"

"Quickly please. I need some relief."

"As I was making love to your toes, I noticed that some of your polish is a little, shall I say, less than perfect. I am sure that is simply because you have been too busy to redo it. Since you now have your slave kneeling before you, she would consider it a privilege if you would permit her to correct that problem."

"You little bitch! You just want to make me wait to feel that mouth on my pussy. However, I cannot refuse such a wonderful offer. The polish and remover are in the bathroom cabinet. Get your ass moving, girl."

hirarandi · 09-01-2020, 03:34 AM

It took more than half an hour to remove the old polish and carefully apply a new coat. As soon as I finished, she slid her butt to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs again. "OK, Kimberly, you have done a great job so far. Let's see what you can do as a pussy-licker. I need you. Come to momma."

"Kelly, I want to make love to you in the worst way, but I'm not sure what to do and don't want to do it wrong."

"Don't worry. There is not a wrong way. I need you now and I need you hard. It will come naturally. Just do what you would want me to do in the same situation. Since you are worried, however, let's experiment just a little. Give me your hand." Like a little kid, I was in awe as she helped me place my index finger and thumb at the base of her clit.

At her direction, I pushed down and watched her love bud pop out of its protective cover. With my other hand, I played with the ring, flicking and pulling on it. "Now, love," she explained, "all I want right now is for you to make me cum. Don't do anything except lick and suck my clit. You will have an opportunity to practice making love to my pussy later." As soon as I started licking, she threw her legs over my shoulders and crossed her ankles, literally trapping me in place. Her hands grasped the back of my head and pulled my face tight into her pussy making it impossible to move away from her clit. I had wanted to explore and discover what she tasted like but couldn't. What I could do, however, is inhale the sweet scent of her heat. "Oh, my gawd, YES! Make me cum you fucking slut." I was surprised how quickly she climaxed and was overjoyed that I was the one who caused it.

She released me from the prison between her legs, pulled my head up and kissed me. "Thank you, darling I needed that. There is one more thing we need to do before going up to my bed. Please wait for me here. I'll be right back." She went to the downstairs bathroom and returned with two towels, throwing them on the sofa beside me. Then she went to the kitchen. I heard water running and watched as she returned and placed a large pan of water on the floor next to the coffee table. This raised my curiosity factor to a high level as she turned the lights back on, cleared the coffee table, spread one of the towels over it and picked up the small blue bag I had brought from the bathroom. I finally knew what was about to happen.

Ch. 06

"Lie down on the towel and spread your legs, Kimberly."

"May I ask why?" I think I only asked the question because I wanted to delay the inevitable.

"Will my answer make a difference on whether you obey me or not?"

"No, I'm just curious," I replied after thinking about the implication of her question. At this moment, I was sure I would do almost anything she asked of me.

"Ok, then I'll answer your question. I'm going to get rid of that bush."

The idea thrilled me, but I still resisted and replied, "And what if I want to keep it?"

"You have to convince me you're serious. You're still wearing my collar and you already indicated that you liked my bare pussy. I want my cunt to be bare, too. Remember, my house, my rules. Men use a terrible name, in my opinion, to describe giving oral sex to a woman. They call it 'muff diving.' The muff is our pubic hair, of course. Most of them, not knowing any better, still call it 'muff diving' even if the woman is shaven.

"I prefer the texture of a smooth, bare pussy when I make love to another woman. I also hate getting hair in my mouth. If you don't like it after I finish, I may permit you to let it grow again. If you really insist, I won't shave you, but then you won't receive the pleasure of feeling my tongue between your legs."

"But it will itch!"

"Not if we keep it shaven. Now quit making excuses and get your ass on the table."

I liked the sound of the "we," but still asked, "May I keep some; maybe on my abdomen?"

"Nope! I like to lick smooth abdomens too," she laughed. "I think 'landing strips' are stupid. It's all or nothing and that decision is mine and mine alone."

I relaxed, legs spread, as she moved a lamp close to the table. She slipped two pillows under my head so I could watch as she slowly cut the hair as short as possible using scissors. Placing the clippings in a plastic zip bag, she explained that I could keep them as a souvenir. Next, she dipped a washcloth in the pan of warm water, squeezed it out and laid it over the remnants of my bush; "to soften the hairs," she told me. Gel was dispensed from an aerosol can in a zigzag pattern over my pubic area and between my legs. Using her fingers, Kelly quickly whipped the gel into a beautiful layer of white lather. Loving the attention, I was getting, I crossed my arms beneath my head to get an even better view.

As the razor slowly slipped through the white lather, revealing bare skin, I was amazed at the sensuous feeling of this highly personal act. When I mentioned this to Kelly, she replied, "Trust me, love, it is much more enjoyable when you are being shaved by someone else. I recommend that you never do it alone." That, of course made me wonder if she ever 'did it' alone. "Will you let me shave you?"

"That could be a reward for being a good girl, and if you stay with me."

Finally, she had me grasp my legs at the knees to spread them wider. I enjoyed the new sensations as she pulled my vaginal lips out to run the razor along them, insuring the removal of every single hair.

Using the warm washcloth again, Kelly wiped the remnants of the lather from my body then leaned down to give my hairless slit a quick kiss. "That's all I get?" I teased.

"That's it for now, my dear. However, my bed is upstairs. True love awaits you there." We quickly extinguished the lights and candles and ran up the stairs to the bedroom, holding hands like two teenagers. A pink canopy and a matching, down quilt covered her king-size poster bed. I had always wanted a bed like this and had never had the privilege of sleeping in one. "Maybe I won't get any sleep tonight in this one, either," I thought, smiling. Kelly removed the quilt revealing light blue, satin sheets and a matching pillow set.

"Before I invite you onto my bed, pet, you need to see how beautiful my cunt looks without all that hair,"

"But I already saw it downstairs," I commented.

"No, Pet. You saw my pussy, not my cunt. How quickly you forgot the difference."

She took my arm, led me to a portable, full-length mirror and instructed me to sit on a chair in front of it, legs spread. When I did, I looked up at Kelly and said, "My gawd, I look like a little girl. You are right, I didn't realize how beautiful it is, Kelly. Thank you."

"A shaved cunt is what turned me on to women, darling. Maybe I'll tell you about it someday. Then she asked, "Do you masturbate."

"Yes...Sometimes," I blushed.

"There is no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed about masturbating. I do it several times a week. Right now, I want to watch you rediscover my cunt while you watch yourself in the mirror."

I was still a little embarrassed but turned on enough that I didn't hesitate. Using both hands I searched through all the nooks and crannies of 'her' cunt, seeing it in ways I never imagined. I even pulled back the hood of my engorged clit. "It looks like a miniature penis," I said.

"Most people, including women, don't know that the clit is the only male or female organ intended specifically for sexual pleasure," commented Kelly. She was correct. I didn't know that.

"After I oohed and aahed and made additional comments to her on my new discoveries, Kelly said, "Well, slut, are you going to lust over my beautiful cunt all night or are you going to get on the bed and let me make love to it."

I jumped on the bed, slid down and spread my legs. Kelly started by kissing the insides of my thighs using soft little pecks. The feel of her lips as they slowly moved over my flesh was fantastic. Light licking followed the kisses. The sensations that shot through my body were marvelous...and she hadn't even touched the seat of my desire. I know this comment is sounding a little overused already, but I could not believe it could feel this wonderful.

The moan that came from my lips, when her tongue touched the furnace between my legs for the first time, was extremely loud. I was ecstatic. "Oh, shit, Kelly! Yes, make love to me."

"You are so wet, Kim. I don't want you dripping onto my clean sheets." She slipped her arms under my legs and pulled them over her shoulders. This gave her better access to my blood engorged cunt. After lacing her fingers together over my abdomen, her tongue slithered in, around and through my inner and outer lips. When she slipped it into my hot tunnel, I had to admit that she was right again. It wasn't quite the same as a cock. It was much softer, and more...loving. I dropped my hands and grasped the sheets as my passion increased.

Then her tongue stroked my love bud. "Oh, my gawd," I yelled. "That's fantastic. Please don't stop!" Kelly knew what she was doing, though. She let me build close to the point of orgasm then moved down again. My grip tightened on the sheets. "Kelly! Please make me cum! Please!"

Ignoring my pleading, she sucked my blood-engorged labia though her lips then licked again. I placed my heels against her back and started moving my hips up and down, but she thwarted my efforts by pushing down on my abdomen. I was going to climax on her schedule, not mine.

Slowly and purposefully, she worked her way up to my clit and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. I screamed again. Oh, damn, the sensation was quickly magnified when she pursed her lips and started blowing a small stream of air over it. When she started to flick the tip of her tongue over my bud again, I tried to set up and pull her head to me. "Lay back down, girl or I'll tie you to the bed so you can't move." I obeyed and grasped the sheets.

Thankfully she pushed the hood back as she had taught me and started sucking my clit again. I climaxed. I came, and I came, and I came! I don't even remember Kelly moving up the bed, but when I opened my eyes, her head was on my shoulder and her hand was softly caressing my breast.

Feeling me move, to put my arm around her, Kelly kissed my cheek. "I take it you enjoyed your first Sapphic experience, doll."

"And just how did you come to that conclusion, Kelly?" I asked jokingly, then added, "Oh, shit!" as she started sucking my nipple.

"I believe that answers your question, my slut."

"Sure does," I replied. "Don't stop now." She didn't. I basked in additional pleasure as she licked and kissed her way around my chest then down to my abdomen where she spent several minutes running her tongue into my navel. As her loving lips kissed my pubic bone, she swung her body over mine positioning herself so that her sweet, wet pussy was directly over my face. I had had a close-up view of it in the den, but that was in candlelight. Now, in the brighter bedroom light, I was able to see its full allure.

The view quickly reaffirmed the opinion I had in the den. A woman's pussy is a delicate thing of beauty. The skin was so soft. The texture and form simply called me to action. I just could not understand why some men refused to go down on a woman. I had never tasted the essence of another woman and already I wanted more, much more. I knew that I did not have to worry about my performance, despite being inexperienced in making love to another woman. I now knew how wonderful it was. I had loved it more than I ever imagined I would. My heart confirmed that, until I was more experienced, I could not give the same pleasure to Kelly that she had just given me and would hopefully soon be giving me again. Nevertheless, I would try my best.

Kelly's female musk was heavenly. I put my arms around the outside of her hips, grasped her buttocks, raised my head and kissed her. Wanting to avoid direct contact with her clit for a few minutes, I started running my tongue through her labia.

This time I noticed that the taste of Kelly's juices, while like mine, was quite different. My desire to worship this woman's most private place was solidified. I moved my head back and forth smearing her wetness over my face. With my nose nearly buried in her vagina, breathing was a struggle. The sensation was fantastic.

Kelly thrust her tongue into my cunt, and I returned the favor. Moans from her throat told me I was creating the effect I intended. Before long I realized we had unknowingly synchronized our actions. She was pushing her tongue in me as I was withdrawing mine from her. As we continued, we both started thrusting in simultaneously. Suddenly we both started chuckling. Try that with someone lying on top of you. Kelly stopped by taking my clit between her lips. Until then, I didn't realize how close I was to climaxing.

Since my immediate desire was that we climax together, I sucked her clit between my lips and used my tongue to massage it and toy with the ring. The feel of the ring on my tongue was so sensuous I knew that I wanted one and the sooner the better. Without warning her climax hit and I went over the top with her.

Kelly turned to face me but remained on top. Her face was as covered with my juices as mine was with hers. She grasped my hands and, fingers entwined, pulled them above my head. Without exchanging words, we licked our juices from one another then kissed for the longest time.

I could feel her nipple rings digging into my breasts and loved it. "Maybe I'll have to get my nipples pierced, too," I laughed to myself. My eyes were closed while I absorbed the fascination of Kelly kissing every square inch of my face. She kept me floating in magic. She even licked and kissed my eyelids. She knew just what to do to keep the chills running through my body.

Opening my eyes, I watched her face above mine. "Kelly?"

"Yes dear?"

"I can't thank you enough for pushing me that extra bit. Without your insistence, I would have missed this fantastic experience."

"I know how you can thank me, dear."

"Just tell me how."

"I'd rather show you," she replied as she sat on my chest, her pussy poised above my mouth.

"Again? You're insatiable!"

"You better believe it, my little slut. Now get that tongue and mouth working. I want one more good climax before we go to sleep." She didn't need to ask me twice. I liked this close-up view of her bare cunt. Her clit ring captivated me. It was the first thing I attacked with my tongue. I even grasped it with my teeth and pulled, extracting a deep groan from her. As I progressed to fucking her with my tongue, Kelly grabbed my head firmly and tried to push her cunt all the way into my mouth.

After another violent climax, she slithered down my body, leaving a wet streak of her juices and licked my face clean again. "What are you doing, Kelly?" I asked when she started rubbing her pubis over mine.

"I just can't get enough of you, Kim. There just isn't enough time tonight to do everything I want."

"I can't imagine what else we could do," I teased.

"Oh, there are many things that I want to show you. For example, I could get my strap-on and fuck you silly in both cunt and ass."

"Now that sounds scary!

"Fucking your ass is one act I will permit you to refuse without argument, Kim."

"Do I get to fuck you with it, too?"

"I will admit that I enjoy being fucked in the ass, but you will have to REALLY earn THAT privilege."

"I've never even had a finger there. I never dreamed I'd be giving that virginity up to anyone, especially a woman."

"I'll take that as a 'yes,' "she exclaimed and thanked me with a yelp and a tonsil tickling tongue kiss.

"May I make a suggestion, Kim?"

"Of course."

"It's rather silly for you to pay for a hotel when you can stay with me. Why don't you check out in the morning; at least until Monday?" I agreed with her suggestion.

Without saying another word, she went to her closet and returned with a three-foot long chain. "I recommend you use the bathroom before we turn out the lights, Kim."

I knew that I should accept her suggestion. Two minutes later, I was sitting on the side of the bed offering no resistance, verbal or otherwise, as she locked the chain to my collar. The other end had already been locked to an eyebolt embedded in the frame of the bed. "I have several of these eyebolts in strategic places throughout the house," she told me. "I think they will come in very handy this weekend."

"Your wish is my command, Kelly, but I don't understand why you are doing this," I commented.

"So you won't leave me during the night," she replied.

"Kelly, there is no way I would leave you tonight."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't dear. You must remember that much of the bondage scene is symbolic. When I collared you, you agreed to do anything I ask, and I promised to honor your wishes unless you really object. The chain insures you remain under my control while I sleep. However, all you have to do is tell me that you don't want to be locked to my bed and I will happily remove it."

I put my hand to my collar and ran my fingers lightly over the lock and chain. "No, Kelly," I whispered realizing how sensuous the idea was. "I am yours. I want to be locked to your bed," then added, "Thank you...my darling Mistress." I stretched out on the bed while Kelly turned out the light. She climbed in beside me and pulled the top sheet and quilt over us.

We talked for quite a while, lying on our backs, my right hand holding her left, in the dark. I was a little surprised when she said, "You haven't told me anything about your family, Kim."

"My parents are dead," I said. "They were both killed by a drunken driver three years ago."

"Do you miss them?"

Tremendously," I replied.

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes, ma'am, I have one brother and one sister. Both are older and are married with children. They live in the East and I don't get to see them much; once a year at the most when I fly back, usually for Christmas. I do try to call them at least every couple weeks, though. I love talking to the kids and being 'Aunt Kim.'"

"Well, we won't change that. What would your siblings think if they saw you right now?

"They would probably be shocked, but, truthfully, I could care less. Even though I was the youngest, I always got my own way. I'm sure they would not believe I have given myself to you."

"If you stay with me, would you want them to know?"

A chill ran up my spine. I hadn't even thought about a long-term relationship. "May I think about that, ma'am."

"Of course, pet."

We made love one more time before I finally fell asleep with my head on her shoulder, and my hand covering her breast. The last thing I remembered was Kelly softly stroking my hair with her hand. I suddenly realized that I had never slept in the nude with someone else in the room, although I usually did when I was alone. Ok, that is my one vice. But wait a minute, I wasn't nude. I was still wearing my socks and Kelly's collar.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:17 AM

I awakened in the middle of the night, initially thinking I was in my hotel room. Moonlight reflecting off the naked body of a woman lying next to me (the sheet had slipped to her waist), along with the slight rattle of a chain reminded me where I really was and why. My hand moved cautiously to the collar locked around my neck and to the chain connecting it to the bed. A feeling of trepidation surged through my body. This wasn't me. I am a controlling person. I have always been in charge. Yet, I had easily, quickly, and unconditionally capitulated, without any qualms or regrets, to a total stranger within hours of meeting her.

I turned onto my side to watch her resting quietly on her back and realized this might be where I wanted to be. I know I've said 'I never have' an excessive amount of times already, but you are going to hear it a lot more during this story because it's true. Never have I wanted to do anything sexually with a woman. Oh, I've wondered what it would be like, but never had a strong desire to find out. The mere sight of her pierced nipples staring at the ceiling incited a desire in me to devour her. My own mind was confusing me. What will happen when I must face her again in the morning? We met just hours ago. She picked me up in a bar. Did alcohol cloud our minds? In the newness of the day will she simply send me packing, even though she had indicated otherwise? Did she ask me to check out of the hotel simply because she was caught up in the heat of passion? If she really wants me to stay, do I really want to? Should I? The apprehension I felt about the decision I might make was real. Nevertheless, I fell asleep again with a smile on my face.

The sun was streaming in the window when Kelly woke me. What a wonderful way to wake up. She was leaning over me, sucking on my nipple. As soon as she felt me stirring, she raised her head. I exclaimed, "Ummmm, that felt fantastic. Please don't stop now."

Instead of returning her lips to my nipple, she kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and hastily retreated. "You are an insatiable slut, Kim. We will have lots of time to make love later. I assume you'd like a shower before you check out of the hotel. I've already had mine." I was disappointed at this revelation. It would have been nice to shower with her. "You still want to stay with me the rest of the weekend, don't you?" she continued.

"Yes, absolutely!" I answered and sat up while she removed the chain and collar that had kept me bound to her bed.

When I padded back into the bedroom after my shower, wrapped in a towel, Kelly immediately ordered me to drop the towel. "I want to see that beautiful body, Kim, not a towel." I obeyed. She was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me. Her only clothing was a pair of jeans. My eyes immediately moved to the chrome rings hanging from her nipples. I was captivated by them. She patted a spot on the bed beside her and said, "Sit down, babe. We need to talk." We turned to face one another, legs on the bed. That gave her a wonderful view of my shaved pussy. I wished I could see hers, too, but accepted her ringed nipples as a great consolation prize. I liked my view and assumed she liked hers.

"I want to read a few passages from a book to you, Pet. She leaned over and picked up a book that was on her pillow. It is 'The Story of O' a classic book about Bondage and Discipline."

"I don't want to disappoint you, Mistress, but I've already read it."

"Now THIS is one book I would never have thought you would have read."

"My boyfriend left it on the coffee table and suggested that I read it. I was curious enough that I did."

"What did you think?"

"My emotions were totally conflicted. I will admit, only to you, that I was tuned on. At the time, I knew that I would never accept any of the degradations that O had to endure. So, I lied to him and said it was the most disgusting story I ever read. When he suggested that he would like to try some bondage, I told him that if he did, I would immediately walk out the door."

"Yet you asked me to collar you?"

"Yes, ma'am, I did!"

"May I ask why you yielded so easily to me, but rejected the suggestion so bluntly with him?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I only know that, deep down, I had a desire to do anything you wanted. Maybe the difference is the fact that Rene was male, and I just couldn't see myself permitting a male to dominate me like that. I knew that Jeff's suggestion of simple bondage would lead to something more depraved."

"And you think a female will be less depraved?"

"I'm not sure, Kelly. Thinking back, I know he was not being forceful when he suggested a desire to engage in bondage. In fact, his attitude was a little wussy. Hell, it's possible I had it all wrong. Maybe he wanted me to tie him up. Regardless, my only feelings, at the time, was that I knew I could not see myself engaging in scenes like the ones that were detailed in that book. Last night, somehow with you, it was different. You are the first person, that ever convinced me to do something that was contrary to my perceived proper behavior. I still cannot believe I caved in so quickly.

"I think you captured me the moment you held that first piece of cheesecake up to my lips. Then, when you locked the collar around my neck...I just melted and wanted to do your bidding. When you ordered me to remove my bra and panties, I resisted, but only out of embarrassment, not because a lack of desire to do it for you. I do not know what you have planned for me, but I can only hope that being a female you will be more loving and not as cruel as Rene."

"Well, my darling, you need to know that I do want to make you my 'O.' If you agree to be mine, your life will be dramatically different than it was yesterday. I will only promise that what I do to you and with you won't include the most depraved aspects of 'The Story of O. You must remember, though, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Her promise didn't assuage the sudden fear I felt, until she leaned over and started a toe-curling kiss.

"Well, then, let's skip directly to my question, Kimberly. would you agree to wear my collar until Monday morning?"

"Why until Monday morning?"

"There are things I'd like to do to and with you that would be appropriate only if you are collared. As I indicated, I want you to be my "O." By Monday we both should be able to make an informed decision about how, and if, we want to continue our relationship. I already have a feeling I might offer to keep you longer."

Almost unconsciously, I fingered the collar lying on the bed, the symbol of our game. "If I say yes, I will have to obey you like I did last night, right?"

"Well, yes, of course, that and much more. We will also be taking everything to an entirely new level."

"I don't understand? What do you mean by 'a new level'?"

"Let me ask you a question before I explain. Last night when you were doing my toenails, I referred to you as my slave. In return, you called me Mistress. Why did you do that?"

"Oh, gee," I answered, hesitating so I could think for a moment. "I'm really not sure. I just figured we were role playing and thought it would be fun to call you Mistress."

"Well, the D&s scene is a type of role play, but on a more serious level. You called me Mistress after I chained you to the bed, too. The sound of your voice was more obsequious than when you were doing my toenails. Why then?"

"Being under your control, that way, it just didn't seem right to call you Kelly. Somehow 'Mistress' just felt, well, more natural."

"That feeling was just the tip of the iceberg, but you apparently enjoyed the idea of serving me and having me take control?"

"Yeah...I did... sort of... I guess. Doing your toenails was fun. I must admit that being chained to your bed was a little frightening at first."

"I watched you very closely, Kim. I didn't feel you were accepting my orders as a friend. Subconsciously you wanted to do something FOR me. You seriously wanted to fulfill my needs. That is a large part of being a submissive. However, because you did it in a light and joking manner, you barely touched the edge of what those in the scene really do. At Lisa's I told you that I have a dominant personality and alluded to a taste for bondage and discipline. Likewise, wearing my collar just touches the extreme outside border of the bondage circle. I would like to move you towards the center of that circle and test your reactions to the discipline side, too.

"It is time for full disclosure. You need to know that I don't just have a 'simple taste' for B&D. I am actively involved in lifestyle bondage and discipline, both as a top and as a bottom, and I love both sides, but I enjoy the top a whole lot more. Based on your reactions so far, I think you would truly enjoy the scene if you experienced it with someone who cares for you. If you will agree to continue wearing my collar this weekend, I promise that I will introduce you to the real freedom you can have in bondage and to the joy of sensuous pain."

"You tried to explain it last night, Kelly, but freedom in bondage still sounds like a dichotomy to me."

"Well, in a way it is. As I said, the phrase, 'In bondage there is freedom,' means that you can and will do things you would not otherwise consider because, in a sense, you are being forced to do them. Entering the bondage and submission lifestyle arena, and even remaining in it must be consensual. The only power that the top has is that given to her by the bottom. I have a book that I want you to read that will help you understand. It is appropriately named 'Bound to be Free.'"

"That sort of makes sense, but you mentioned sensuous pain. How can pain possibly be sensual?"

"Many people become highly aroused when pain is administered and/or received in a loving, sexually charged atmosphere. It is impossible for one to really understand this except through a real-life experience. You must also realize that there is a difference between true pain and sensuous pain. An analogy would be comparing breaking an arm or accidentally cutting yourself to having a severe spanking with a hairbrush on your bare ass. The first two are pure pain. The latter, administered correctly, can be sensuous. Some people do not find a simple spanking to be erotic, but many do. Some people even love it. Some love it so much they react like Pavlov's dog by getting wet at the mere suggestion of a firm spanking. Basically, one's body produces endorphins that enable it to withstand pain. These same endorphins can help one to attain an unusually high sexual plane. I have seen women climax through the administration of sensuous pain."

"Have you experienced sensuous pain, Kelly," I interrupted.

"Yes, I have. That's why I can speak honestly and candidly about it."

"Were you on the administering or receiving end?"

"Both and I enjoyed it both ways, but as I said, I prefer to be the top especially where pain is involved. I received my piercings when I was a bottom and will admit that I was so turned on I nearly had an orgasm when the needles were pushed through my nipples. I also remember several times when I was whipped that it felt like the atmosphere around me was filled with electricity."

"Whipped? I thought you were kidding about spanking me. Do you intend to whip me, too, this weekend; if I agree to continue wearing your collar, that is?"

"The probability that I will use the whip and a flogger on you is extremely high, my dear. First, I do not think you will have a complete experience if you don't taste them both. Additionally, I must tell you that I enjoy testing a sub's limits. I am also turned on by the transfer of sensuous pain where both the top and bottom are turned on through the act. The important point, for you, is that if you consent to be mine, you can be assured that I will want to know your limits. After all, if we decide to continue a dominant-submissive relationship, you need to know what to expect. I do promise not to break your skin or leave any permanent marks. As I indicated, some people are not turned on by pain under any conditions. Others are not even turned on by bondage or discipline. If you decide to continue, we will discuss 'safe words' that you can use any time you want or need me to slow down or stop."

"Why can't I simply ask you to stop?"

"Well, my little one, a safe word is generally used rather than the words 'no, stop, etc.,' so that the bottom can scream these words as much as she wants without really meaning it, and the top does not have to worry what they mean. The safe word provides a way of indicating a serious desire that the scene needs to cease for some reason.

"I want to know that you unequivocally want me to stop. Let's say that I am doing something that embarrasses you. Or maybe I am spanking you. You tell me to stop, but deep down you don't know if stopping is what you really want. Telling me to stop may simply be a reaction on your part. But, if I do take you too far, and you use a safe word, there won't be any question. I need to know your desire beyond the shadow of a doubt, as the saying goes. At the same time, I will trust you to only use your safe word when you truly cannot take any more or if I am doing something that is causing true pain like pinching your skin while tying you up, or maybe you need to relieve a cramp."

"Ok, I think I understand."

"I said that I have been on both sides of the scene. I honestly feel that the best way to be a top is to be a bottom first. You have a submissive streak within you, but I also think you are domineering at times. You hinted that you are assertive in your business relationships."

"Oh, yes," I grinned. "I am most of the time, in fact. When I want something done, I demand that it be performed exactly how I want it to be performed. It has to be that way with computer systems."

"Yet you have already enjoyed playing a submissive role with me."

"Yea, I really did, but I have another question. You said you were pierced when you were a bottom. Doesn't the word bottom mean submissive?"

"No, it doesn't. Top and bottom refer to activities like S&M or bondage. Dom/sub and such refer to dynamics between people. A Dominant can bottom and never for a moment be submissive and vice versa.

That being said, I had a friend who is very assertive, sometimes to the point of being tyrannical. I knew she was into D&s but was never curious enough, or brave enough to ask her about it. One day I was a little caustic towards her to the point that I pissed her off. It wasn't the first time. Let's say it was just 'the straw that broke the camel's back.' She decided to get my overbearing personality under control. When she commented that I needed an attitude adjustment and suggested that a firm spanking would help, I replied, "And just what army is going to help you do it?"

"I won't go into the details, but during an ensuing discussion, she eventually challenged me into letting her top me during college spring break. She knew that I wasn't a true submissive, but that week turned out to be a blast for both of us. We had so much fun that I agreed to be her submissive the full Summer between semesters so she could teach me everything there was to know about the scene. I will tell you all about it someday, when the time is right. By the end of Summer, I knew what my avocation would be. I must admit that there are still times I want to bottom. I like to relinquish total control to someone else. But only for a short period, usually an evening...no longer than a weekend."

" Do you think you could be submissive to me?"

"There is a possibility. Right now, let's just say, 'We shall see.' Hell, girl, don't put your cart before your horse. You haven't even agreed to be my sub this weekend. . Just for the record, I am positive you are a submissive who enjoys playing a dominant role when interfacing with others in your daily work life, but would defer to your submissive side if given a chance.

"With that being said, Kimberly Ann, I'm tired of talking about it. Now it is time for you to make a decision." I looked at her strangely and she continued. "Will you wear my collar until Monday?"

The silence for the next few minutes was deafening. We just stared at one another. Finally, I said, "May I make a suggestion?"

"OK! Damn, I said I am tired of talking about it, but we don't need any confusion or doubt at this point. Out with it."

"Other than what we did last night, I really have no concept of what being your submissive might entail. Neither can I conjure up any possible way that pain could be sensuous, even though you have attempted to explain it to me. One side of my brain thinks it will be fun; the other side is scared shitless. I am sure I will fuck up and you will have to punish me. I am positive I will not like that. Depending on what you want to do with or to me, to teach me what D&s is all about, I want to be pessimistic and think that by Monday morning I might not want to continue, or that you might not want me anymore, simply as a negative reaction rather than from real desire. You already indicated that is a distinct possibility. From experience I know that physical 'training,' and some mental training, is the most difficult in the early stages. However, the longer it lasts, the easier it usually becomes. I am probably being very foolish in saying this, but I really don't think forty-eight hours is enough time."

"I can agree with your reasoning. Let's make it a week from Monday."

"I have a better idea. How about a month. Do you think you can put up with me that long?" Damn, am I frigging nuts. I cannot believe I suggested that!

Kelly stared into my eyes for the longest time. "You actually would agree to submit to me for a month?"

My obstinate nature kicked in. "Yes. That's exactly what I mean. By then I am sure I will have enough information to really make an informed decision on whether I want to continue or not."

"Collect your data, analyze it thoroughly and make a decision. Spoken like a true computer geek. I'm cool with that, pet. In fact, that was my original plan, but I honestly didn't think you'd agree to that much time. I know I have the capability of working with the most recalcitrant bitch for a month."

"My major obstacle, Kelly, is that I have to consider my job before committing to a month. First, I couldn't wear my collar to work, and I often must work early or late. How can we deal with that?"

"I promise not to interfere with your work schedule. Restricting your time at work would not be beneficial to your career and I would never hurt you in that way. I promise there will be ways I will exercise control over you, even while you are at work, without directly interfering with your job.

"To ease your mind, I will agree that if at any time you wish to exit our D&s relationship all you need to do use your safe word. We will then discuss everything. If you still want out, we can, hopefully, remain friends.

"You will have to live with me during your training. That way I will have even more physical control over you. Will it be a problem if you are not staying at the hotel during the week?"

"Not at all. I can tell my HR that I found a friend here and am staying with her. I did that once before, while on another assignment. My company pays the hotel directly so I know they would appreciate the reduction in cost. I also receive a per-diem for food and incidentals which I will share with you. Since this assignment is long-term, I am sure they would provide some reduced payment to help offset my housing costs, which, of course, I would give to you as a rent payment."

"Great! Then it's decided. You will stay here. And you should forget about asking for any payment for housing. I don't want the hassle of providing receipts or paying taxes on any rent. I am sure you will gain some points with your company if your expenses are reduced even more. Besides, as my slave, you will be performing housework, and personal services in exchange for your room and board." Her grin said it all. I would have to wait to fully find out what this last statement meant.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:17 AM

With respect to the collar, you won't actually wear it at work. I will provide a discrete substitute, and I will insure that you will be constantly reminded of your status through additional methods. You will also be required to check in with me at regular intervals during the day by phone or text. I will decide our evening activities on a day-to-day basis. If your day has been exhausting, I won't require you to do anything that will be too physically challenging. Your job comes first, but I hope most weekends will be totally mine."

"May I have a hint how you will insure I will be constantly reminded of my 'status?'"

"You will have to wait to learn that. Hell, girl, I can't reveal everything. Just believe that I will, and you will be the only person who will know."

"OK, next problem: I have normally traveled back to my office every weekend when on a job, but that was when... well, he isn't around anymore. Most of the time I can telecommute using my laptop, but I'll probably have to go back for an in-person update meeting once every couple of weeks. More savings in travel costs for my company," I laughed.

"I promise that your work will always come first. If you need to go back, I might even be able to go with you, depending on my schedule, but that choice will be yours. You may also have as much time as you need to fulfill your duties to your employer. The only thing I will require is that you keep me fully informed about the requirements of your job, in advance, as much as possible. Emergencies are acceptable, but there can be no other surprises. While you will belong to me 24/7, I guess you would only be my slave on a part time basis."

"You are using the word 'slave' symbolically, aren't you?"

"My dear, the dictionary defines slave as 'One who is abjectly subservient to a specified person or influence.' I already said that you will be doing housework and personal services in exchange for room and board. You will be my maid-in-waiting, AKA slave. You will be subservient to me and under my influence because I will control you as much as possible even, as I indicated, when you are working. I must admit that, while I prefer sub or submissive to the word slave, I will call you all three."

"You brought up 'controlling' me at work again. I really need to know what that means."

"You're already pushing my limits, Kimberly Ann, but I will give you a couple examples. Among other things, I will approve what you wear and do not wear to work. While I promise that you will be dressed in a professional manner, I reserve the right to determine what is respectable. I will normally select or, at least approve, your outfit for the day. If I permit you to select your wardrobe, I reserve the right to make modifications once I see it. I promise not to compromise your position in any way, but you will be required to account for every minute you are away from my immediate control.

"I will also control you by changing your physical appearance from what it is to what I want it to be. How I will do this will remain a secret for now, but in a sense, I have already started by shaving your pubic hair. Some changes will not be so subtle. Some will be visible to others and some will not. I am positive you will like the changes I have in mind, so don't worry. I decided to collar you last night because of what I see you are, and can be, not what I want you to be, other than my submissive, that is. You can always safe word out, but I must warn you that you had better have a damn good reason. If I determine you do it too often, I promise I will throw your ass out the door.

"When you are not working, I will expect you to be in my physical presence unless I permit otherwise. If, for some reason, I cannot be with you, when you are not at work, I may give you specific orders to go to a specific location to wait for me or I may ask a friend to be with you. I will decide what you eat and when you eat. I will even control when you pee and whether you pee. You will not even be permitted to touch your body in an intimate manner without my permission because it will belong to me.

"You would really whip me?"

"I've already answered that."

"What if I am not bad?"

"Don't misunderstand me. You will receive sensuous pain in the form of spanking and whipping, and through other means, simply because I want it, not just because you are being punished. In fact, quite often you will not be physically punished for misbehaving, especially if I find that you enjoy pain too much. To punish a masochist through the administration of pain is like punishing a kitten by feeding it catnip. Alternative punishments may involve activities such as standing in the corner or denying you certain privileges. As I already indicated, I also promise that I will test your limits in everything we do. I am good and I know when to stop. I also promise that I will never exceed your limits once I determine what they are, but I can only find your limits by occasionally exceeding them. You also need to know that there will be times that I will humiliate and embarrass you in front of others. Finally, I promise that I will not do anything with or to you that I would not be willing to do myself. The truth is, in most cases, I will already have experienced what I will do to you."

"How will you humiliate or embarrass me?"

"Again, I want you to be surprised so I won't spoil things by providing any details, but either could be accomplished because of what I might require of you or what I might do to you when others in the presence of others, or even by the way I permit you to dress."

"Oh, gawd. You mean others might see me as your sub!"

"Not might, pet; will; just like Sam and Allyson saw you submit last night."

"I understand that, but could you please give me another example."

"Ok, only one. Let me warn you, though, if you continue to push like this, once you agree I'll punish you for simply being a damn pest. Let's assume I intend to have some friends over for dinner. I might require you serve us while naked or while you are wearing nothing but an apron and my collar. As my maid, you would not be permitted to join us at the table."

"Oh!"

"My turn for a question, Kim: Do you get tired of it having to make a lot of decisions every day while at work? "

"Quite often."

"I'll bet that when you are away from work there are times you actually avoid making some personal decisions and wish you didn't have to make others."

"I'm sure that's the case with most people who hold full time management positions."

"I agree. Now consider this: Wear my collar and you won't have to make many decisions outside of work because, as my submissive, I will be making them for you."

"Now that sounds tempting."

"Truthfully, I will even be making some work-related decisions for you." I raised my eyebrows at this remark, so she continued, "I'll give you several examples. If there are alternative times available for you to fly back to your home office and return, you will be required to present them to me along with reasons you might desire one-time frame over another. I will then select the flights you will take, and my decision may not match your desires. If you are invited to happy hour or even to dinner by a group of your coworkers, here or at your home office, you will have to get permission from me before accepting. Notice I said group. There will be no dating. You will be permitted to dine with one or two company associates or the IT staff, but for business purposes only and with my advance permission.

"One more example should suffice. I expect you to maintain your four-day schedule with your customer, using Friday and/or Saturday to telecommute from my home, if necessary, unless you are required to attend meetings or cannot telecommute for some reason. I am sure there will be times you will want to simply 'check on things' at your customer simply because you are still in town. Emergencies notwithstanding, you will have to give me sound reasons you want to go in and accept my decision as final." I nodded my head to show I understood.

"What will our relationship be if I decide that I don't want to be your sub now or I change my mind later?" I didn't want to lose her as a friend and knew that my final decision would be determined by her answer.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:18 AM

"In that case, I would want to remain close friends, Kim, maybe even lovers, and that you would be willing to come home with me often.

"I said this before, but I need you to understand that I absolutely intend to test your limits to the max since you insist on a month's trial, because once it is over, if you do agree to become my permanent sub, I don't want any misunderstanding on what that life will entail." I nodded to indicate I understood.

"Well, my dear, which road do you want to follow: Mistress and slave, or friends and lovers?"

"Since neither of us can predict what will happen after a month of training, I guess I need to ask another question first." We both knew that I was only postponing the inevitable. "Do you really think we could remain friends and lovers if I didn't?"

"Hell, girl, you might decide to safe-word out, even before your month is up. You may get so pissed at me you will never want to see me again. Honestly, Kim, I feel we would, most likely, remain as friends, but, after being in the role of Dominant and submissive, I am not sure the 'lovers' part would be acceptable to either of us. I can only promise that I would be willing to give it a try. Regardless, that's too far in the future to discuss at this point."

"Gawd, Kelly. I have never made what could be a life changing decision without contemplating it for days. Your analogy last night about hang gliding makes sense, but, again, I honestly don't know if I'd jump off that cliff to hang glide even with an instructor. Deep down I am a real chicken. All that being said, now that we have found one another, I don't want to lose you under any circumstance. At least, hopefully, that won't happen. I never thought I would feel this way about another woman.

"I really don't know what you are doing to my mind. Even though you feel we might be able to continue as friends, and maybe lovers, if I say no, I must agree with another comment that you made. If I don't do it now, with you, I never will and will always wonder what it would have been like. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to continue wearing your collar and it must be for a month. If I only do it for two days, I might opt to quit and then I will not be able to learn about everything you have planned for me, and, being selfish, I don't want to miss ANYTHING." She laughed when I put emphasis on the last word. "Gads, I hope I'm not confusing you. I know I am confusing myself."

"You are going to be surprised with what I have in store for you. I am pleased you want the extra time. There is so much you need to learn, and, as you indicated you would never be able to absorb it all in a weekend. There is simply not enough time to show you everything. I would be too rushed trying. Being a submissive is not as simple as saying 'yes, ma'am,' like you did last night, and following an order I might give you. There are numerous rules that I will teach you and require you to follow. In addition, there are positions in which I will have you place your body as signs of respect and obedience to me and even to others. For example, if I order you to 'stand' you will not simply stand up. You will face me with your feet about a foot apart, your body will be erect with your hands clasped behind you in the center of your back, right on top of left. 'Spread' will mean to move your feet farther apart. For the order 'kneel,' you will get on your knees, spread about a foot apart, but with your toes touching. Once again, your body will be erect, and hands clasped behind your back in the same manner.

"If I want you to be a little more relaxed while kneeling, I will order you to 'rest.' To do this, you will simply lower your butt onto your legs, then place your hands on top of your legs, palms up. If you are not in a kneeling position and I order you to rest, you will first kneel then attain the rest position. Upon the order 'present,' while you are in any of these three positions, you will place your hands behind your neck, intertwine your fingers and thrust your chest out as if offering your tits to me.

"There are many more positions to learn. Do you think you can remember the few I have already explained?"

"Yes ma'am, I can."

"Then you may now kneel and ask me for my collar."

To say I was now really scared shitless, as I slipped off the bed, would be an exaggeration. I swear my whole body was quivering. Once I was in position I asked, "Will you grant to me the privilege of continuing to wear your collar for the next month, ma'am?"

"Will you agree to obey all my orders, without question and without hesitation?"

"Yes, ma'am, I will."

"And will you permit me to do whatever I desire to you or with you, even if it causes pain, embarrassment or humiliation, in private and in public, as long as I promise not to permanently harm or damage you?"

"Yes, ma'am, I will," I replied, this time after a small hesitation.

"You may rest." I sat back. Obeying her like this felt strange, but wonderful and satisfying.

Kelly opened a drawer on night stand, pulled out a sheet of paper. "While you were still sleeping this morning, I printed out a formal contract for you to sign. We will have to change the ending date since we are extending your 'trial period' to a month. This month has 31 days. Because you are such a detail freak, one month from today would be a Tuesday. I'd like to end the contract on a Monday. Let's agree to 30 days and change the date correspondingly." I agreed. She made the corrections and handed the contract to me. I had never signed anything without first reading every word, and this was no exception.

Basically, as changed, it said that I would be Kelly's submissive and slave 'for a trial period' until Monday morning June 3, at seven A.M. As such, I agreed to be her personal property and that she would care for me and keep me from harm as she would the rest of her personal property. It also stipulated that we could mutually extend it for a period of one year at the end of the trial. She had included spaces for signing the contract and separate spaces for the extension. As part of the extension I would be required to give her my personal debit cards, credit cards and checkbook for safe keeping. In this regard it stated that it would be her responsibility to insure I paid all my financial obligations on time. This concerned me and I questioned her on it. After explaining that she added that provision to the extension because she hadn't wanted to control my expenditures for a short, two-day trial period. She said, "Since we have changed the trial period to thirty days, the financial restrictions will have to begin immediately. Don't misunderstand this provision, Kim. I do not want signature authority over your accounts. I will permit you to withdraw a small weekly allowance that you can spend in any way you want. Other than that, I will approve every decision, in advance, for every personal expenditure that you make. I will hold your debit and credit cards and you will have to ask me for one if you want to use it. You will be the only person that will have access to your money. I do not want to know your PINs either." I consented to this requirement, albeit with some reluctance, realizing the extent that she would be restricting my independence by controlling my finances.

"Do you have any more questions, pet?"

"Yes. I have two. I often decide to go to lunch with my workers. This usually happens at the last moment. I know that I will still have to ask permission to do that, but how will I pay if you hold my cards?"

"OK, I understand your predicament, dear. I will permit you to keep some extra cash but only for that purpose. You must promise that you will still ask permission to use it."

I preferred using a credit card, but reluctantly agreed. "Done! Second, according to the schedule, my work here should end August 31, unless there are unexpected complications. After that I will have to return to my office to work and, most likely, will work on an installation in another city. I will also have to travel to other cities to negotiate possible contracts. How will we be able to extend our contract for a year?"

"Oh, my dear, I already thought about that possibility. There are ways we can work around that. Let your Mistress worry about it when the time comes."

I loved her grin and couldn't argue, so I asked, "How many slaves have you had in the past, Kelly?"

"That has nothing to do with this agreement, pet, but I will answer it. Truthfully, none; at least not for any extended period. I am a member of a small group that meets occasionally to engage in BDSM play. Through that group, I have had several women submit to me, but usually only for an evening or a weekend. On two occasions I had someone sub for a week during Spring Break, like I did for my college friend. However, I have never had someone sign an agreement to be my slave. You will be the first. In fact, I only got the idea this morning, watching you sleep so peacefully while chained to my bed. I decided I wanted more. I quickly downloaded this form off the Internet and modified it to fit my needs."

"Off the internet?"

"You'd be surprised the amount of BDSM information you can get online. One can even register a slave VIA the Internet. Haven't you ever surfed adult sites either?"

"Only a couple times."

"Well, I'll just have to make you do that as that part of your training."

"I simply must make something very clear, Kim. A few minutes ago, I said that I will control you even while at work. I wouldn't have been able to do that unless you agreed to extend the contract past Monday. Since your trial run will now last a month, I will accelerate my plans. Control at work will be mostly mental. Selecting or approving what you wear each day even includes underwear, if I permit you to wear any. I indicated that I will also be changing your physical appearance, but I won't tell you how until it happens. I do not intend to try to change your personality, just your persona. The independent Kim, who walked into Lisa's, will still exist. In fact, there will be times I will suspend your submissive status so we can simply be friends and lovers for an evening or a day, if you agree to the year extension. What I intend to change is your outward appearance so that, when you look into a mirror you will see my slave, to whom I intend giving a distinct name, other than Kim or Kimberly. You will know that Kim is still inside that body, as I want her to be, but you will only see my obedient slave. Kim will only exist when I suspend her slave status and when she is at work. But she will always, in some way, look like my slave, to the two of us and to those 'in the know.' Nevertheless, we will both love and admire Kim and my slave as one person.

With a trembling hand, I initialed the changes, signed the thirty-day portion of the contract, handed the paper back to her, and happily noticed that her hand was also shaking when she signed it. She then looked at me, smiled and said, "I accept your submission and promise not to do anything that will permanently harm you physically or mentally, and to always protect you to the best of my ability, as I would any other chattel property I own. You may continue wearing my collar as my slave."

"Thank you... Mistress."

She knelt in front of me and locked the collar around my neck. I swear I felt my clit jump when the padlock snapped shut. "Oh, Kim, you don't know how much this means to me. I have been thinking about doing something like this for a long time, but never found anyone worthy enough to help me consummate my desires. The short-term sessions I mentioned were simply part of our group activities, but what you and I will now do is different. I hope you are as excited as I am."

"Right now, I must admit that I cannot distinguish what I feel as being excited or terrified."

"That is understandable. From this moment on, as long as you wear my collar, or anything I declare to be a substitute for aesthetics when we are in public, you are not permitted to call me Kelly. In public you will use 'ma'am. In private you may use ma'am, but I prefer Mistress or Mistress Kelly. There may be times I will tell you to use a particular name or title or may even permit you to call me Kelly. Only when you are not wearing my collar, or a substitute, will you call me Kelly without specific permission. Do you think you can remember this?

"Yes, Mistress, I can."

Kelly literally pounced on me, knocking me to the floor where we started hugging and kissing. After several minutes of passionate exchanges, she stopped, looked down at me, and said, "Damn, this is not the proper way for a Mistress to act, is it?"

I looked at her, grinning, and replied, "Ma'am, since I have no way of how a Mistress is supposed to act, I cannot honestly answer your question. I just hope you never stop behaving like this."

"My pet, you are so diplomatic in the way you answer things. That should help keep you out of trouble as my slave." She then made my heart skip a beat by saying, "Our association has been short, but I even think I am falling in love with you."

I looked at her in awe and replied, "I already know I already love you, Mistress."

She rose back to her knees, helped me to mine and said, "We really must get moving, but I need to cover a couple formalities. First, you need a safe word. To make it easy, I, and my friends, defer to the tried-and-true traffic light trio: green, yellow and red. If, during a session of high intensity, I ask how you are doing, a 'green' answer would mean 'I am doing great, keep going.' I do not like to use the 'green' response. In my opinion, it gives the sub the distinct impression that they are controlling a scene, and they are, at least to that point. I am experienced enough that I can sense through a sub's non-verbal responses, moans, etc., that they are in a 'green' status or entering 'yellow.' If you reply 'yellow' you are asking me to slow down because you are approaching what you think is your limit or you need time to acclimate. I will assess the situation or may discuss it with you, but the decision of what to do will be mine. Saying 'red' at any time means I will immediately stop whatever we are doing. Maybe you just need a short break or that you just got a cramp in your leg. We will always discuss why you said 'red' and mutually decide whether to begin again or not.

"A secondary reason I like to have my sub answer red or yellow when I ask for their status is that she may be in a mental subspace and cannot make that decision for herself. If you do not answer, I know to immediately quit and assess your condition.

Finally, if you feel you have reached your absolute limit, say 'Mercy, Mistress, or just Mercy." I will stop the session and it will not continue. There will be no discussion. I will trust you to know when you simply cannot take any more.

"If I have gagged you, or otherwise removed your ability to speak clearly, you will not be able to say a safe word. In this case you may hum a song. I'm sure you know the nursery rhyme, "Mary Had a Little Lamb?" I nodded. "That will do, then. Humming 'Mary,' will have the same effect as saying Red. If I think it is necessary, I have other ways you will be able to signal me but humming usually works.

"I have one warning, though. If you misuse your safe word, I may punish you. So be damn sure you need to use it. I already told you that I will never do anything I have not already experienced, so I will know the difference. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do, Mistress."

"Now, you need a slave name. You will no longer be Kim or Kimberly. How do you like the name Kimmy?

"Oh, I hate it. They used to call me that when I was growing up. I was going to tell you last night when you used that name, but, for some reason, I couldn't.

"Excellent, then than that will be your slave name." I quickly hoped I didn't earn my first punishment with the disgusted look that appeared on my face. "A slave name will continually remind you of your status. When I use Kim or Kimberly, especially in a public setting, you will know you have been temporarily released from your submissive roll. The use of your slave name will automatically put you back into it. Just remember that my use of Kim or Kimberly when we are alone, or with my friends, does not release you from your submissive status. I will verbally do that.

"When we are in private, or with a few friends, I may also call you my slut, or I may even call you a bitch. Just know that I will always use these terms in a loving way. To use them in public would be demeaning and I would never do that; embarrass or humiliate you, yes; demean, no."

I swallowed hard. "Thank you, Mistress."

"When you were little, did your parents use your middle name when you were testing their limits?"

I laughed and answered, "Yes, ma'am, they did that a lot."

"I will be doing the same. If I ever call you Kimberly Ann, whether you are in or out of your slave status, you will know that you are approaching MY limits and continuing whatever you are doing will subject you to severe punishment. Using both of your given names together will not release you from your slave status.

"As I indicated, there will be many rules that you will have to learn and follow as my slave. I will teach them to you as we progress. Once you know a rule, you will be punished for any infraction of that rule. To repeat myself, punishment will not necessarily be corporal. "

"Such as?"

"I already gave you a couple examples. Others could be withholding of privileges like achieving an orgasm or eating at the table with me, kneeling in a corner, or sleeping on the floor at the foot of my bed, to name just a few."

"Oh!"

"You will always keep your knees spread apart a minimum of six inches, whether in private or in public. While this is not proper etiquette for a woman, I want to have access to my cunt anytime I desire, without having to tell you to spread your legs. You will do this even if you are not with me to constantly remind you to whom you belong and to reinforce the fact you should keep them apart when you are with me. Also, for the same reasons, you will rarely be permitted to wear anything that covers my cunt when we are together. More often than not, it will be bare when we are apart.

"Kimmy, you need to know that I consider your submission to be a gift from you to me, because you are literally relinquishing every aspect of your life to me by putting yourself under my control and are showing that you trust me to the fullest. While there may be times you will think otherwise, please do not ever forget that you are a human being, and even though you are also my chattel property. I will always respect you as a human being. You can respect yourself only if you remember this. This is a major way that I am different from many Dominants who verbally berate their slaves into submission by making them feel worthless. Although you will be my sub 24/7, much of the time we will also exist together as friends and lovers once I have determined your desires and limits. It's been a long time since I felt this way about anyone.

"I'll explain this concept in more detail later. Right now, we need to get you dressed so you can check out of the hotel."

Her nipple rings continued to fascinate me. "You look great like that, Mistress. Too bad you can't leave the house that way."

"Thanks, I wish I could, too. But I might cause too much commotion. I guess I'll wear a sweater. Since you can't go looking like that, either, pet, would you prefer wearing the clothes you had on last night or do you want to check my wardrobe for something different? We are about the same size, except on top, of course, Most of my clothes should fit you when you are not wearing a bra."

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:20 AM

"You mean I get a choice, even though I am wearing your collar?" I joked.

"Well, I was planning on removing it before we left, but you're right. I should decide for you since it is still locked around your neck." She hopped off the bed, went into her closet, and returned holding a yellow, satin dress dotted with white flowers. You can wear this today. It is loose around the top."

"Gee, don't I get something more casual, like slacks or shorts? After all, it is Saturday."

I was teasing and she knew it, so she threw the ball right back at me. "Hey, slut, you're the one who brought up the collar. This is what I selected, and this is what you will wear. I think it could be considered casual in some circles. And just because you decided to be a smart ass with that remark, I will have to decide on an appropriate punishment. I know you weren't serious, and I want you to joke with me, but I will always retain the right to punish you. Don't worry, you'll love it." We both grinned at this warning.

"Do you mind loaning me a fresh pair of panties, Kelly?" I asked, "And I think my bra is still in your purse."

Her grin gave me her answer even before she spoke the words. "You don't need either, dear. A bra wouldn't look right with this dress and I just told you that you normally won't be covering my cunt when we are together. I will loan you a clean pair of white socks, if you want. Part of me wants you to wear socks, which will look great with that dress, but the other side wants bare feet. What size shoes do you wear?"

"Seven, ma'am."

"Fantastic. That answers the question. Our feet are the same size, too. I have a pair of thong sandals that you can try." After a few seconds hesitation she added, "Bare feet in thong sandals are another fantasy of mine." We both giggled. "Let's see what you look like both ways and I'll decide."

When she handed me the dress, I discovered I had been wrong. The garment just seemed to whisper over my body as I slipped it on. I quickly realized it was a very expensive dress, made from pure silk, not satin. I could not believe how great it felt against my skin and realized the sensual feeling would be lessened considerably if I were wearing underwear. I silently thanked Kelly for not permitting any.

I also understood why she said wearing a bra with it wouldn't look right. From the waist up it was essentially made of two panels (one in front and one in back) held up by thin spaghetti straps that tied in bows over the shoulders. The panels met only at the waist on the sides, leaving a nice view of bare skin from the underarm to the waist. In addition, the front panel was split in the center, connected only at the neck and at the waist, permitting even more bare skin to be visible. A bra would be visible and out of place. A tube top would be great, and less revealing, but I knew I wasn't going to get one. String ties at the sides, where my bra line would normally be, provided some modicum of decency, but the gap in the front permitted maximum exposure of the sides of my breasts.

Kelly looked at me and said, "You look wonderful in it, Kim. The material caresses your breasts perfectly. I love the way it clings to their shapes." To emphasize her remark, she traced the outline of the bottom of one breast with her finger. Then she rubbed my nipples through the material. "These look great, too, especially now that they are hard." My face felt quite warm at that point.

I tried on the sandals and did a pirouette for Kelly. Then I put on my socks and loafers and turned again. I also checked myself out in her mirror. We agreed that both types of footwear had some appeal. Kelly had the final say, of course: "I think bare feet in sandals look better with that skirt." The dress ended at mid-thigh and was shorter than any dress or skirt I had ever worn. "Besides," she continued," I saw you last night in the socks and loafers. You will wear the sandals for me today, but we need to do something about those toes since they will be on display. It will only take a few more minutes."

She went to her dresser and picked up a bottle of polish. Noticing its color was burgundy, I said, "I've never worn polish that dark before, Mistress."

"Great, I am pleased that I am providing another first for you. The next time you will wear black" I enjoyed the attention and watched her as she sat on the floor, still naked above the waist and applied polish to each of my toes.

Taking her lead from the previous evening, I played with her left nipple and ring using my toes. After a few seconds she pushed my foot away. "Quit that, you little slut," she teased. I raised my foot again and she slapped it away. "You're going to get your ass spanked if you don't quit." She was smiling, so I think she was teasing (I guess I will never know for sure), but having never been spanked, the threat was enough to make me quit, while wondering if I will enjoy being spanked.

Five minutes later my fingernails matched my toes. I didn't tell her that I don't normally wear fingernail polish. I'm sure she knew. This was the beginning of the 'new Kim.'

When she finished my fingernails, she stepped back and commented, "Pet, you look so damn sexy right now we had better get going or I'll be taking you back to bed and we'll never get you checked out of the hotel.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:20 AM

It wasn't until a few days later that Kelly revealed her activities before she awakened me that first morning.

After using the bathroom, she sat on the side of the bed, legs folded under her, watching me. She thought about all the events that had transpired the previous evening. She really had noticed me walking into Lisa's, primarily because of the white socks, but, other than glancing over at me a couple times while I sat and chatted with Allyson, she didn't think much more about me; until Allyson approached her, that is.

Their conversation went something like this:

"Do you have a minute, Kel?" asked Allyson as she placed Kelly's drink on the table.

"Sure, Ally. What's up."

"Her name is Kim," Allyson said grinning.

"Who?"

Oh, come on now! You know very well who. I saw you admiring her as soon as she walked in. I'm talking about the newbie at the bar."

"Yea, I did see her come in, but I can't say I was admiring her. And just why are you telling me this?"

"Well, OK, let's just say that I saw you looking and think you might want to check her out."

"Damn it anyhow, Ally, I have told you numerous times to quit trying to fix me up with someone. The last two customers that you referred to me didn't even pass my initial inspection. You know I don't date just anyone."

"But Kim is different."

"And how might that be?"

"Trust me, she just is. For as long as I have known you, you have jokingly said you should get yourself a full-time sub. I know your desire for one increased after you introduced me to Sam."

"So, this newbie told you she's hunting a Mistress and you immediately decided to saddle me with her? WTF Ally!"

"Look girl, we have been friends for a long time and know one another quite well. I've only talked with Kim a few minutes, and, while this is a gut feel, I really think she is perfect for you. Yes, I think she might sub for you although I have no idea why I feel that way. She never indicated that she is even in the scene. She did NOT say she was looking for a mistress. In any case, at worst, you might gain a new friend."

"I really don't know if I'm even ready for that, Ally."

"Bull! You've been ready for a long time and are just afraid to admit it. Shit, if I didn't have Sam, I'd try to latch onto her myself. Look, I won't take 'no' for an answer. I am going to tell her you want to buy her a drink. If she is OK with that, I'll bring her over. Let's see what happens. If you won't do it for yourself, please do it for me."

"Ok. I guess a new friend might be nice," she reluctantly conceded, just to get Allyson to shut up.

"Promise you'll be nice to her or you'll have to answer to me."

Kelly laughed. "Ok, bitch! I promise I'll be nice. I'll even act like I made the suggestion, but only if you promise this is the absolute last frigging time you try to fix me up with someone, if it doesn't work out." Allyson agreed.

...And the rest is history.

So, while she was watching me sleep, thinking I looked beautiful while naked, collared and chained to her bed (I was on my back, with one leg bent and to the side, exposing my newly shaved slit). She also knew that Allyson had been right. While she had never been serious about wanting a sub during many discussions with Allyson, she realized that having a relationship like the one between Allyson and Sam might be what she needed.

Something deep inside said that I could possibly "be the one." Finally, deciding to take the plunge, she felt it would be best to ask me to consider subbing to her on a 24/7 basis, but only for a trial period. She knew she would have to make allowances for the probability that I would want to continue working at my current job, which could put us in different cities, among other things. While still uncertain if she really wanted to take on the responsibility of training a novice sub, she left me alone long enough to prepare the agreement. When she returned, numerous alternatives went through her mind before she decided on the best way to present the proposal to me. When she leaned down to suck my nipple, she realized that her pussy was wet from the anticipation.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:21 AM

"I've decided that you will outshine your Mistress if she wears jeans, so wait here while I change." I remained kneeling while she went into the closet to get her clothes. I was surprised when she returned wearing a black, spaghetti-strap camisole and a pair of knee-high boots. Between these she was naked. "I love what I see, but I'm sure my Mistress doesn't intend going out in public like that," I exclaimed.

Laughing and holding her hand out, she said, "No, I want to change my piercings. Now that I have my own slave, I thought she should assist me." I looked at the two items of jewelry she dropped into my hand. "I want you to replace my clit ring with these. I could have put my skirt on first, but then you wouldn't have the best view of how these look when they are on me. It is called a nipple stirrup but is often used to adorn one's clit. The other piece is a pendant that I like to hang from it."

I knelt between her spread legs as she reclined on the edge of the bed, propped up on her elbows, patiently awaiting me to perform the requested task. I was nervous even though I had intimately made love to that precious part of her anatomy the previous night. The sun shining on her body created an aura of beauty I didn't expect. I wanted her again but knew I would have to wait. Her voice brought me out of my reverie, "Slut?"

I looked up at her smiling face, "Yes, Mistress?"

"If you don't stop admiring at my pussy that way, we're going to end up making love again, and you will be late checking out. Please finish your job so we can go."

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry."

Making love to her the previous night was one thing. Performing this task as her slave was different. It felt even more intimate than making love. My hands shook as I removed the captive ball ring from her clitoral hood. I then had to admit that I wasn't sure what to do with the two items she had given to me. Kelly showed me how to remove the barbell that went through the ends of the stirrup. The pendant was a small heart attached to one end of a two-inch long chain. I slipped a ring on the chain's opposite end over the stirrup. Then, following her directions, I placed the open ends of the stirrup at the sides of her clit, slipped the barbell through one side of the stirrup, through the piercing and the other side of the stirrup. Finally, I screwed the ball onto the end of the barbell. Spreading her legs wider, she said, "You may now kiss me Kimmy, but only one kiss." There wasn't any question where I was to kiss her. I leaned forward, kissed her puckered nether lips and retreated. When she stood, the heart dangled between her legs. What an amazing sight.

Following another trip to her closet, she returned with a black leather mini skirt. I helped her put it on. "Wearing this pendant is fantastic. I absolutely love the way it dangles and bounces against my legs when I walk. You need to know that this is the first time I have worn it on my clit.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling deeper in love with this amazing woman less than twenty hours after meeting her.

As we walked through the den, she picked up the phone and made a quick call. "Hi, it's me... I still have the package you made me pick up yesterday. I am sure there will not be a problem unwrapping it tonight, so you can go ahead with the plans we discussed... Love you, too. Bye."

Stopping in the hallway on the way out of the house, she said, "I have an accent to go with your dress, Kimmy." She opened the closet door and pulled out a wide-brimmed straw hat. Once I put it on, she said, "Yes, that is perfect. Damn, you are definitely one sexy bitch." I blushed at the comment. I was admiring my straw hat in the hall mirror and didn't notice Kelly opening the table drawer, removing a key, attaching it to a long neck chain, and slipping the chain around her neck.

We drove to the hotel in Kelly's car, rather than on the motorcycle, since we would be returning with my luggage. While I was getting into the car, Kelly told me not to sit on my skirt. This would be another rule. When seated, anytime I was sans panties or wearing a thong, I would have to pull my skirt from under me so that my bare ass would be in contact with the seat. I obeyed, of course, and enjoyed the feel of the cool leather seat against my skin.

We were walking through the hotel parking lot when I suddenly realized that I was wearing the collar in public. "Ah, Mistress," I said, "What about my collar?"

"What about it, slut?"

"I thought I wouldn't be wearing it in public. Don't you think it might...a...be a bit too obvious?"

"If I thought that, don't you think I would have replaced it?

"Yes, ma'am, you would have. I apologize."

"Don't worry, pet. It looks very fashionable on you. Besides, that is your punishment for the comment you made back at the house." Her answer didn't make me less conscious of its presence. I knew my face was flushed as I walked through the lobby even though very few people were there. She increased my self-conscious state when she said, "I absolutely love the way you jiggle when you walk, pet." I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I realized she was looking at my tits. I suddenly became more aware of my braless state. Grasping my hand in hers, she laughed and exclaimed, "Your nipples are getting hard again. You really are a slut."

My embarrassment increased in the elevator because an older couple followed us in. As we ascended, they started whispering to one another. I automatically assumed I was the object of their shared conversation but will never know.

In my room, I opened my two empty suitcases, placed them on the bed and opened a dresser drawer. "Damn, Kimmy, I don't know anyone who actually puts their clothes in the dressers and closets that hotels supply."

"I only do it when I am spending more than two nights in my room. I had planned on being here for two weeks. It's easier than trying to find what you want in the bottom of a suitcase filled with clothes." I replied.

"I guess that makes sense. Lay your things out on the bed first. I want to sort through them; work clothes first.

I didn't understand why but complied with her order. "Hmmm; only two pair of slacks, white blouses, suits with jackets and a couple vests."

"Yes, ma'am. I find that everyone, especially the men, pay more attention when I am professionally dressed. I also find that that means wearing skirts or dresses in most circumstances."

"Excellent! That fits my plans quite well. She held a skirt against my waist. "Ye, gads, it's a little long. Do you have any that shows your knees?" I don't know why I felt ashamed when I shook my head. "Well, you can toss them in your suitcase for now. We will have to buy some for you that are shorter. You have nice legs and need to show them off.

"Now lay out the casual clothes that you wear outside of work." I had one pair of jeans, a pair of jeans shorts, two blouses, two skirts, a sweatshirt and a pair of workout pants. The clothes still at Kelly's house were also casual. Dumbfounded, I watched as she removed a pair of scissors from her purse and cut the legs of the shorts off at crotch level. The back was cut a little higher than the front and I knew the curve of my ass would be visible if I wore them. "There, those should be satisfactory for you to wear outside the house. I'm not sure about the jeans, but I'll let you keep them for now. My final decision will depend on how tight they are. Knowing you they will probably go, although you will not wear them much even if we do keep them. Pants block access to my cunt. I think we'll keep the stretch workout pants, but you'll wear them without panties, of course, and topless when in the house. I am sure your ass will look great in them."

"Ok, bedclothes next." I laid out a pair of satin PJs. "Only one pair of pajamas for two weeks?" she exclaimed.

"Ah..., I usually sleep in the nude when I am alone," I confessed, again embarrassed.

"Now THAT surprises me, but I like it. I guess last night was an exception to your rule, since you were not alone."

"Yes, ma'am. But I think I was forced into that exception," I replied, grinning

"And it will be a permanent exception from now on, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. My Mistress is always right."

"If you usually sleep in the nude why do you even have pajamas?"

"Well, if I called for room service, or if someone knocked at my door, I couldn't answer it in my altogether, or even with a robe if I were naked under it. Just for the record, I always wear a robe over the pajamas when opening the door."

"Most people wouldn't worry as long as they were wearing a robe. For the time being you can keep them. They might come in handy for an idea I have. Besides, they might fit me. What about shoes?" A pair of tennis shoes followed three pair of high, and two pair of low heel shoes. "Not bad, she commented. You may put all of them in your suitcases. When I completed that task, she said, "Now for the all-important lingerie." I laid out a half dozen sets of panties, bras and pantyhose. "I should have known they would be plain. These are not quite what I expect any slut of mine to wear! I prefer sexy undergarments; when she is permitted to wear any, that is," she commented and laughed. Much to my dismay, she picked up the scissors and cut everything into pieces. That familiar shiver went up my spine again.

"All this is going in the trash. We will stop on the way home and buy some things that are worthier of my slut. I know a perfect place in the mall near the university."

"Ah, Mistress, did you really have to cut up my bras and panties. I would have promised to only wear them to work."

"That would have been unacceptable, pet. You need to listen to your Mistress more carefully. As I told you at the house, I will approve the clothes my submissive wears, even to work. This includes everything from the inside out. Cutting these up insures that you will never wear them again." Trashing my lingerie like that added realism to the agreement I had made. "You can trust me, pet. After 30 days you won't want to wear anything but sexy lingerie even if you don't continue as my slave. The good feeling you get from wearing something sexy, even if hidden, just grows on you, as will the sexy feeling you'll have when not wearing any underwear."

My favorite daytime clerk, Rachel, was looking down at her computer when I approached the desk to check out. She hadn't been at the desk when we arrived. We had chatted quite a bit during the times I had stayed at the hotel and had developed what might be called "a working friendship." I really liked her, and I think she sensed my presence rather than seeing me approach the desk. I swear her mouth dropped open when she looked up and saw me. I flushed a little when she exclaimed, "Oh, wow, Kim, that dress looks fantastic on you. Truthfully, maybe I should I say that you make that dress look fantastic. I don't think I've seen you in anything but power suits and jeans while you've been with us." Then she whispered, "And just between us girls, it looks great without a bra," before adding, "May I ask what's the special occasion?"

"Thanks, for the compliment, Rachel," I stammered, embarrassed that she had commented on my braless condition so easily. "There isn't any special occasion. I just thought I should wear something different today. Glad you like it."

"Well, trust me. It is something different. I need a better look." She walked around the counter and gave me the "once over." "Wow, I can even see that you have legs. Forgive me for saying so, but you should wear shorter dresses more often. Your longer dresses tend to hide them."

"I guess you are right. Maybe I should change my old image," I commented, knowing that was already happening and the choice wasn't mine.

"I recommend it," she replied. "In love the sandals with that dress, but I'd also recommend high heels to accentuate your legs even more." I thought she might be pushing our limited friendship too far with that comment. Thankfully she changed the subject by saying, "So what can I do for you?"

"I've decided to check out early."

"Just for the weekend?"

"No, I won't be back for a few weeks, at least. I ran into a friend last night who invited me to stay with her. I like to save money for the company whenever I can. You know how that is."

"Do I ever! I'll miss our little conversations, though."

"Same here. Since I'll still be in town, I'll try to stop in to see you when I can."

"I'd appreciate that."

Once she completed my checkout, she said, "By the way, I like the collar, too. Your neck looks like it was made for one."

Embarrassed and flushing again, I somehow managed to thank her for the additional "compliment." Just then Kelly, who had been standing out of Rachel's sight, walked up beside me. "I'm glad you agree with my assessment about Kim's neck, Rachel." On that comment, I my chin dropped to the floor.

"Oh, hi, Dr. Peters! I didn't see you come in."

"When did you start working here, Rachel? The last time we talked you were still doing telemarketing."

"Last month, ma'am. You know how I hated that job. The pay is much better here, the positions comes with benefits, and I don't have to rely on commissions for my only income. The hotel will even help me with my schooling. I'm still taking classes at night, by the way."

Then reality hit her. A big smile appeared on her face. "Oh, wow, Kim! Is Dr. Peters the friend you'll be staying with?"

"Yes, she is" I replied.

"That's absolutely fantastic. Now I understand the collar...and the change in clothing." I was surprised by her comment and too embarrassed to reply. "When did you two meet?" she continued.

I didn't get a chance to answer. "Oh, Kimmy accidentally dropped into Lisa's last night without realizing it was a lesbian bar and I sort of picked her up." Kelly said.

"Damn, Kim, I didn't know you were submissive. I would have bet otherwise."

"She didn't know either, until last night, Rachel," Kelly interjected. "She didn't know she was a lesbian either. And please call her Kimmy while she is wearing my collar."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. Will I be seeing MORE of Kimmy anytime soon?" I wondered about her emphasis on the word "more."

"You will be at Lisa's for the party tonight, won't you?"

"Do you think I'd be permitted to miss it?" Rachael answered with a laugh.

"No, I don't think so. We'll see you there and you'll definitely be seeing MORE of Kimmy too." I was getting a little tired of these cryptic messages and wanted to blurt, "Hey, I'm right here." Kelly simply grasped my arm, smiled, and said, "Don't ask, and I'll tell you no lies!" as she guided me towards the door.

Our next stop was the mall. After we parked, Kelly opened the glove box and removed two short, red leather collars. Kelly explained that they were wrist cuffs. "Give me your hands, pet." Without question, I obeyed and watched as she used small padlocks to secure the cuffs on me. "I wanted to put these on before we went into the hotel but decided against it since they know you and you might have to stay there again. Thanks to N.C.I.S., the collar now exudes a fashion statement and isn't as obvious as the wrist cuffs might have been. Had I known Rachel was the receptionist, I wouldn't have worried, but I still wouldn't have exposed your situation fully. I don't see a problem in the mall, though."

"Thank you for your consideration, ma'am."

"I hope you haven't maxed out your credit card, slut. I will be permitting you to use it here."

"No, ma'am. I can proudly say that I have a high limit and I pay the balance off every month."

"Very good. I abhor credit card debt myself."

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:22 AM

Initially I was more than a little self-conscious as we started to walk side by side through the mall, while wearing the cuffs and collar. Then, after a couple minutes I realized what she meant about N.C.I.S. Abby, the female technician on the TV program often wears a collar and even cuffs. Therefore, while it is not common, it is also not uncommon. Besides, it's not illegal and if someone doesn't like it, they don't have to look. I did whisper to Kelly that being without panties was beginning to feel almost natural. "Of course, pet. Why do you think they refer to being naked as 'au natural?'"

The first store we visited, Victoria's Secret, was a surprise. Not only did I consider that store a little upscale, I always thought it was too pricey for me. Most of my lingerie came from stores like Target and J C Penny. Like Kelly said, they were certainly nondescript. I could afford expensive lingerie but was too conservative. "Why spend money on things others can't see," was my mantra. White, cotton bikini panties were the closest things I own (there were still some at home) that might be considered sexy.

A sales clerk approached immediately and asked if she could help us. Kelly took the bull by the horns. "This is my friend Kimmy. We just threw out all her "plain Jane" lingerie and now she doesn't have a single item to wear. We need a few things that will make her feel sexy."

Gawd! Talk about being embarrassed!

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:22 AM

"Like beauty, sexy is in the eye of the beholder. Do you have anything specific in mind?" the sales clerk asked Kelly, totally ignoring me.

"Well, to be honest, she won't be wearing panties very often, so she only needs a "starter" set. Let's begin with two thongs, two string bikinis that tie at the sides and maybe something lacey," Kelly replied. More embarrassment!

The sales clerk showed us several examples of each style after asking for my size. I attempted to point out those that I liked, but, to my continuing embarrassment, Kelly made the final selections by saying "yes" or "no" to each piece I indicated. Her decision was often "no." One thong and one string bikini she approved were extremely sheer. Kelly then selected a pair of white, satin, boy-leg panties she saw on another rack.

Switching to other clothing, she picked Three bralettes, two lacy, front closing bras, a satin, unlined bra, two tube tops and five camisoles. Two of the camisoles were semi-sheer and one was a fishnet. Kelly made sure the clerk heard her tell me that the bras were primarily for work. Everything was Victoria's Secrets top-of-the-line-wear. While, as I indicated, I had never purchased expensive lingerie, I was enjoying being "forced" to spend money on myself.

"There is one more item that I know you used to carry," Kelly told the clerk, "a sheer button-down blouse with opaque pockets and long sleeves."

"Yes, we still have them in several colors," the clerk replied. She took us to a rack of blouses where Kelly picked one in white. "I think this will be perfect, but I want to see it on you first, pet," Kelly said. The clerk pointed out the changing room and I turned to walk over to it.

"Aren't you coming with me, ma'am?"

"No, pet, we will wait here for you."

I was initially upset. My thoughts started to run amuck, "She said she wanted to see me wearing the blouse but wouldn't come with me. I'm wearing a dress, not a blouse and skirt. Thankfully, the top of the dress will cover most of the blouse." I removed the dress, put the blouse on and checked my image in the dressing room mirror. "Holy shit!" I said aloud. "The pockets do cover my tits, but, otherwise, I may as well walk out there naked, holding my hands over them." It barely covered my hips.

Reality struck me. "Damn, how fucking stupid can I be. I think she wants me to walk out there wearing nothing but this sheer blouse and my sandals, but I can't do that." Then I had an idea. "The way this dress is styled, with the two panels and open sides, the blouse will look perfect with it. The white flowers will be a match in color, too. Kelly just wouldn't be able to see the whole thing. If she says she didn't want me to wear the dress with it, I'll just tell her that I didn't understand."

I exited the changing room and walked over to the alcove where they waited, held my hands up and did a pirouette. Kelly just grinned at me. She knows what I was doing. "Well, pet, I see you misinterpreted my wishes, didn't you?

"I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am."

"Address me properly, Kimberly Ann." Oh, shit!

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm not sure what you mean."

"I said I wanted to see the blouse on you. While they do make a beautiful set, your dress is covering most of it. How can I make a proper decision that way? Lose the dress, pet."

I almost replied, "Here, Mistress?" but common sense prevailed, and I removed the dress and handed it to her.

"Now that's much better. I like it." I was blushing, glad that we weren't in the middle of the store.

She then asked the sales clerk for her opinion. "I think she looks scrumptious in it. Oops, I mean it looks great on her."

"I agree with both your statements, Val." They had talked while I was changing. The sales clerk's ID said her name was Valery, but she told Kelly to call her Val.

"May I make a suggestion, Kelly?"

"Please do."

"I think the boy-leg panties you picked out would go great with this blouse." I was instructed to put them on and walk around the store. I didn't mind too much. At least my pussy wouldn't be on display.

When I returned Kelly commented, "You're right, Val. They look like a matched set. In fact, while a few people might get upset, I think the coverage is enough that she could legally wear them in a more public setting."

"I agree," Val replied.

"Do you mind if she continues to wear them?"

"Not at all, I can remove the tags after I scan them at checkout." Oh, Mistress, you are turning me into a real slut.

At the register, Kelly commented, loudly, "Just remember, Kimmy, the panties are only for work; when I permit you to wear them, that is." Ok, that was nearing humiliation. The clerk looked at me and smiled. The temperature of my face increased a thousand degrees.

She wasn't finished. Next, we hit a Fredericks of Hollywood store in the same mall. While looking at their bras Kelly recommended that I buy one with cut-out holes to expose my nipples and also recommended a shelf bra. Of course, I again accepted the recommendation of my Mistress.

Just when I thought that would be all, Kelly said I needed some garter belts. She picked three, along with several pair of nylons, two pair of fishnet stockings and three pair of lace top thigh-highs. (I had never worn anything but panty hose in my entire life).

As we left Kelly said that she loved the sexy clothing that Frederick's sold and informed me that we would be returning for more, once I decided to become hers permanently. I wondered what she knew that I didn't.

We left the mall and drove off. Kelly commented, "I wasn't planning to do all this shopping, pet, but I'm having so much fun I just can't quit. It is quite a turn-on purchasing things for my slave.

"Yea, especially when you aren't spending your own money, Mistress," I laughed.

"I do have one more store that we just have to visit, though. You need a corset. We could have purchased one in the mall, but I know someone who custom makes them, so they fit perfectly."

The store was a house in what must have been a mixed-use area. The name on the front said, "Foundations Unlimited." The manager, who happened to be a friend of Kelly's, as I later discovered, greeted us as we entered. "Kelly, good to see you again. It's been a while." After they hugged, she added, "And who might this beautiful creature be?"

"This is Kimmy, Margaret. To my delight she has accepted an offer to be my roommate for the next month."

"Kimmy, this is Margaret, a good friend and owner of this establishment."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am."

"Considering the collar and wrist cuffs, and her outfit, I assume being your "roommate" isn't the only offer she has accepted. I received a call from Allyson earlier. Is Kimmy the..." She stopped when Kelly shook her head, making me wonder what was going on. Now I was really getting flustered over the veiled comments that were being made.

"Well, what can I do for you today?"

"Kimmy needs one of your corsets."

"I'll need to take some measurements, of course. Let's go back to the fitting room."

I dutifully followed and was embarrassed when Margaret asked me to remove clothes. Hesitation got me a slap on the ass from Kelly. "Come on, pet. We don't have all day. Margaret has seen naked women before."

"But not this woman," I thought, although I was nearly naked already. Seconds later, I was standing before the two of them wearing nothing but my collar, cuffs, and sandals. Margaret measured my bust line, ribcage, waist and hips.

Once Margaret finished all the measurements, she turned to Kelly and said, "She is a fine specimen, Kelly." WTF, I'm not some damn lab animal. Or am I? "I love her breasts. May I sample?"

"In actuality, Margaret, since Kimmy is my sub, they are my breasts and Kimmy's tits. Yes, you may sample them." Then to me she said, "Stand and present, Kimmy." I barely hesitated before taking the proper position. I must admit that I was fuming inside as Margaret took her time squeezing my tits and rolling my nipples between her thumb and fingers. This was pure humiliation.

Thank you, Kelly. "I'm glad you finally found someone," she continued. I don't remember ever seeing you with a sub, other than during our communal playtime.

Well, it's a long story. I'll tell you about it when we have more time. Kelly then ordered me to "stand." While I remained in place, hands behind my back as instructed, they discussed styles of corsets, but I wasn't part of the conversation. I didn't realize there were so many options. What shocked me most was when Margaret asked if Kelly preferred a "waist trimmer." I had no idea what that was. "That would be fantastic. Why don't we make a second one in that style?" Kelly responded.

"How much reduction would you like?"

"Oh, around five or six inches would be perfect. That will give her a perfect 'hour glass' figure."

"I was hoping you would say that. The reason I asked is that I happen to have one I made special for another client. She and her sub had a falling out, so she decided she didn't want it. It's really a cross between a basic corset and a waist trainer but is not meant for working out while wearing it like trainer are. The size will be perfect for Kimmy and I know you will love it. She lost her fifty percent deposit, of course, so, since you are a special friend, I am willing to sell it to you for half price."

Margaret disappeared, returning in a few minutes with a Victorian style corset, red with black trim, with a lace, ruffled skirt around the bottom. Margaret explained that this one was made with steel stays and had attachments for six garters. It also had a steel, spoon busk which reduced the abdominal bulge that could occur with that much constriction. Margaret told Kelly that its waist size was 20 inches. "Since Kimmy is 25 1/2 inches, this will meet your wishes perfectly." (Ok, so I gained half an inch since I last measured myself.)

"I think you will really like this one, Kelly. It has an open cup shelf bra like you want, but I added a satin and lace piece that can be folded down to expose her nipples or raised up to cover her exposed breasts. I can make yours the same way." Kelly agreed. "While Kimmy's measurements are almost perfect for it, I can't let you buy it without trying it on first to insure it fits."

Margaret loosened the laces in the back of the garment and showed me how to close the loop-and-pin front. This style had two sets of laces in the back starting in the center, one lacing up and the other down. Margaret taught me how to self-tighten the two sets of laces, starting in the center of the back and moving to the top and bottom until I had them pulled together as tight as I could. She said that additional tightening was needed to achieve the maximum restriction of my waist, but I would need someone to assist me. That someone, of course, was my Mistress. Margaret gave me a hint to make it easier for Kelly to complete the lacing. I moved to a nearby doorway, grabbed a bar high above my head and sucked in my abdomen so the laces could be tightened until the two sides of the corset touched.

Margaret taught Kelly a few tricks on how to grasp the laces to pull them as tight as possible. Looking into a full-length mirror when they finished, I could see that I my body shape was, in fact, transformed into an "hourglass figure" like Kelly had mentioned. I couldn't believe how much my waist line had been reduced. Margaret asked me if I was experiencing much discomfort. I replied that I was having a little problem breathing. She told me that was normal when one first starts wearing this style corset and that my body would quickly accommodate the reduction in my waist size. You can imagine my chagrin when Margaret said, "Well, Kelly. That's the six inches you want. What do you think?

"She looks simply scrumptious. Hmmm, do you think we could reduce..."

I interrupted her. "Mistress! You aren't considering what I think you are, are you?"

"Not this time, pet, but soon. I love the lace skirt, Margaret. She could almost wear that out in public."

I figured she was teasing. The layering in the "skirt," made it opaque, but it barely covered my ass.

"Let me make a suggestion." Margaret said. "I'll be back in a sec."

She returned and handed me a package. "Put these on, Kimmy."

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:23 AM

The package contained a pair of black, opaque, over-the-knee, stockings. Wide, red ribbons tied in a bow at the top to keep them up. "These are also a Victorian style. Add a nice pair of pumps, and I believe you could take her out in public," Margaret said. I cringed at the idea. Kelly just grinned.

Margaret said she would have the second corset (It's colors would be red and black gingham with black lace trim) finished in about a week and asked if there was anything else she could do for us. "Yes, speaking of pumps," Kelly replied, "I noticed your display at the back of the store. When did you start selling shoes?"

"Just last month. They all have four to five-inch heels. Are you interested?"

"Oh, most definitely!" Half an hour later, Kelly had selected two pair for me. One pair were basic black pumps with four-inch heels. The second pair were white, open side pumps also with 4-inch heels but also with straps that buckled around the ankles. The straps came with small padlocks that could be inserted through a metal ring to prevent removal. I literally wobbled when I put on the black pumps and attempted to walk.

When I paid for everything, Margret "threw in" two pair of black nylons to wear with the corset as a gift. I accepted them even though I had already bought some. While the shoes were priced at what I would call reasonable, the corsets were extremely expensive, in my opinion, even though one was half price. The idea of wearing everything for Kelly thrilled me, so I didn't worry about the cost. Nevertheless, the total, when including the second corset, made a large dent in my credit card.

Kelly pulled the yellow dress from her purse and handed it to me. "It's time to leave, pet. While I would love to make you wear that corset home, we have more shopping to do. Put this on with your new blouse. I am pleased you wore them together, even though you were testing me. Otherwise I wouldn't have known how great they look together," she laughed.

Next, we stopped at a department store where she selected two pair of dress pants, one gray, one tan, and one pair of tight stretch denim jeans. I tried them on, and she said, "I know there will be occasions when you will need to wear slacks to work. These fit much better across your ass, and, look nicer than the pair you brought with you." Five fitted blouses and five skirts that she thought made me look sexier, but would be acceptable to wear for business, were next on the list. The hems on the skirts ended above the knee, a fashion statement I had never accepted for myself. Again, these were all top of the line clothes. When I indicated that I thought my own clothes looked OK, she replied that, in her opinion, they were simply nondescript and just too long. The new ones would fit my new image better. "I simply cannot have you going to work with those skirts you packed. While you are with me, your knees will never be covered when you wear a skirt or dress."

We were still not finished. I followed Kelly to another skirt rack where she selected a pleated, denim miniskirt, a white, pleated skirt and a blue and green plaid, tartan skirt. All, in my opinion, were too short. Kelly read my mind. "In case you are wondering about the length of these, pet, skirts and dresses that you wear outside of work will not extend below your fingertips when your hands are at your sides. No, I need to restate that a bit. With your hands at your sides, you will need to be able to curl your fingers so they touch your leg under the hem so you are able to easily lift it up."

I knew this meant that they would not provide much coverage and commented, "Wow, this is the first time I've been really glad that I have long arms." She laughed with me.

The next item she draped over my arm was a beautiful, very expensive, white, belted London Fog raincoat. "I will enjoy seeing you wearing this when we go out, knowing you are naked beneath."

I was surprised when she picked up four bikini-style bralettes which were nothing more than triangles of cotton cloth with string to tie around the neck and back. At least they covered more than the ones the women at Lisa's wore. When I remarked that I thought I would be wearing the ones from Victoria's Secret and Fredericks she replied that those would be worn when I was "dressing up," although a couple could also be worn to work. These, however, would be primarily for work. I realized that the thin material would not provide much cover or support and that my breasts would surely bounce when I walk. "They had similar ones at Victoria's Secret, and I could have had you purchase them there, but didn't."

She picked up three white tank tops, two knit shirts and a white, long sleeve turtle neck sweater. I commented that they were all a size too small. Kelly said she knew that fact and thought they would look great when I was not wearing a bra. I shook my head and smiled. Still not finished, she selected several tunic style tops, handed me one and said that she would wait outside the changing room while I tried it on. I shouldn't have been surprised when she said, "Be sure to remove the dress, pet. I don't want the colors to clash. I almost didn't leave the changing room when I looked in the mirror and realized the tunic barely covered my ass and pubic area. I finally got up enough nerve and walked out. Kelly's only comment was, "Yes, they will be perfect substitutes for a dress when we go out." Perfect posture would be necessary. If I leaned forward at all, I would be exposing everything.

I was surprised when she walked me to another rack and handed me a pair of lace shorts. "I know the slacks are for work, Kelly, but I never expected a pair of shorts. Doesn't these go against your rule of access to my um...a..."

"MY, cunt?" she whispered.

"Ah, yes."

"Say it, dear. There's no one near us."

"Access to your cunt, Mistress."

"That won't be a problem, pet. Notice the loose legs; and you won't be wearing panties under them. We will also be removing the lining from them."

"Oh!"

She really threw me for a loop when she instructed me to buy a pair of men's white basic-brief style underwear, especially when I was told to ask a clerk for assistance even though I indicated that I could do it by myself. I had to inform the clerk they were for me and to tell her I didn't know what to buy in men's sizes. The clerk asked if I really wanted a pair from the men's department. "We have the same thing in women's styles but without the fly opening."

I don't know what came over me or if I even thought about my reply when I blurted, "I understand that ma'am, however my Mistress specifically ordered me to buy a pair of male briefs. She will be very upset if I buy anything else." I swear the clerk's eyes glanced at my collar then moved her eyes down to the wrist cuffs before looking me directly in the eyes while smiling. Then she looked towards Kelly and asked, "Is she your mistress?" I replied affirmatively. "I'm jealous," she commented before asking if I wanted BVDs or Haynes. I indicated that I really didn't care. She said she liked the look of Haynes. As far as size, she said the sizes of men's briefs based on ranges of one's waist measurement. She handed me a three-pack, which I accepted. I turned to Kelly and asked, "May I have a pair of Men's boxers, too, Mistress?" When she gave her approval, the clerk grinned and suggested a pair in powder blue silk. Kelly approved.

Kelly then commented that she may as well add a "wife-beater" undershirt. The clerk asked for a size and Kelly said, "Men's small, of course, and in white cotton, please. Oh, hell, you may as well include a pack of sleeveless T-shirts, too." The clerk quickly placed two three-packs on top of my collection. I'm sure she had a few things to tell her friends that night.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:24 AM

After few more sexy dresses and outfits, "for casual wear," were added to my purchases, Kelly remarked "There is one more item I want you to try, pet." She led me to a rack of beautiful sweater dresses. "I know these are inconsistent with my desire that you wear full or A-line skirts and dresses, but I know you will look fantastic wearing one." She selected one with long sleeves that left my shoulders bare; one size too small, of course. I didn't look at the price tag until I entered the dressing room. I couldn't believe it. I considered a couple of my power suits to be expensive, but this was ridiculously more. I knew I wanted it, however. Being forced to buy something I never would have purchased was a strange feeling, but once I put the dress on, I knew I wouldn't argue. It felt fantastic against my body. And, looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, made me feel good, even though all my "assets" were prominently on display. "Maybe I will be permitted to wear a bra with this one," I laughed.

Kelly's eyes practically glowed when I exited the dressing room. "OH, MY GAWD!" she exclaimed, as I did a pirouette for her. "That is pure sex. You are buying it! "

"Ahem, Mistress, if you forbid me to wear panties with this, I won't be able to sit on my bare butt."

"It's not your worry, pet. We'll work on that problem when the time comes. That one is definitely going with us even if you will outshine your Mistress when we go out."

After changing back into my sundress, we left the store with another sizeable dent in my credit card. Kelly's slave was weighed down with all the bags of her new clothes (Kelly didn't carry any) as we traversed the mall and parking lot to her car. As soon as we dumped my purchases in the trunk, Kelly turned and pounced on me. "Oh, damn, pet. I can't believe you told that clerk that you were buying the briefs on the order of your Mistress. Then when you asked permission to purchase boxer's too, I swear I almost had an orgasm." I felt proud of myself.

"Mistress, do you realize that we have probably purchased more clothes today than I'll be able to wear in a month. I'll have to stay with you just so you will be able to see me wearing them all."

With a big smile, she said, "Oh, yes, little one, I do realize that fact."

We were finally on the way home, or so I thought, when Kelly said, "I know it's been a tiring day, already, but I want to make one more stop. It won't be too bad since the store is on the way home, and it won't take long." A few minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of a 'Pets R Us' store.

I was thrilled as she held my hand while we crossed the parking lot and entered the store. A female worker, standing just inside the door, announced, "Good afternoon. Welcome to Pets R Us. May I help you?"

I gulped when Kelly replied, "Good afternoon to you, too. Yes, where can I find collars for large dogs?"

We walked to the designated aisle and I stood aghast while Kelly removed four collars from their display and nonchalantly held them up against the collar that was still buckled around my neck. An elderly lady walked by us just as she finished. I guessed she was in her fifty's. Kelly stopped her by saying, "Excuse me, ma'am. I am buying a new collar for my pet and am having difficulty deciding which one I want. Would you mind helping me?"

"It would be my pleasure. Since you didn't say, 'for your dog,' may I assume this lovely creature is your pet?"

"Yes, ma'am. Kimmy is my new pet. I just got her this week. I have been able to narrow my choices to this black one with spikes around the surface or this pink one with the jewels around it. Each has holes in the tongue so I can lock them on."

"I think I could give you a better opinion if I could see her wearing them."

I stood there, frozen in place and beet red from the neck up, while Kelly removed the key and chain from her neck and released the lock. At this point, I was even embarrassed when she put the key and chain back around her neck but left it on top of her blouse for all to see. She removed my collar and buckled the other two on, one at a time.

"Personally, I'd go for the pink one since your pet is female, after all," the lady remarked.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You are most welcome, my dear. Have fun with your new pet."

"Oh, I intend to," Kelly replied.

Gawd! I didn't know if this fit Kelly's definition of embarrassment or humiliation. Probably both. The next step in the process came at the check-out counter. Kelly hadn't removed the pink collar from my neck.

To the clerk, she said, "Is it OK if my pet wears her collar, or are you required to bag it before we take it out?"

With a huge grin, the clerk replied, "Wearing it will not be a problem." Kelly slipped the lock through the hole in the tongue and clicked it shut.

I asked Kelly for my credit card so I could pay for my new collar while, at the same time, wishing there were something, anything, nearby that I could crawl under.

"Oh, no, Kimmy. I have to pay for it, so you know it is MY collar, not yours, that you are wearing."

As we left, the clerk said, "Thank you. You have just made my day."

I wore that collar the rest of the day. Kelly informed me it would be one of several that I would be wearing.

Once back at the house, Kelly had me model all our purchases. After incessant cajoling, I had to agree that I did feel different when wearing sexy lingerie. She told me I would feel much different when wearing them under my prim and proper business attire although she hinted, again, that, often, I would be sans bra and, more often, sans panties. "I can tell you from experience, pet, that you will feel wonderful knowing you are naked beneath your outer clothing. As you said, you already think it feels more natural."

She emptied one of her dresser drawers so I would have a place to put my new lingerie and ordered me to hang the rest of my clothes in her closet, except for the slacks I would be wearing to work. The latter were hung in the foyer closet. I asked why the difference and she replied, "Simply because I said so should be sufficient, but since you are new at this, I will explain. Don't make it a habit of making me explain, pet. Any clothing that I permit you to wear in this house will normally be dresses, skirts or sexy underwear. When I allow you to wear pants or slacks to work, you will put them on just before leaving the house and will remove them as soon as you return home. Having them closer to the front door will just be more convenient.

By then it was way past lunch time, but Kelly said we needed to eat something. I put on a pair of white knee socks that Kelly tossed to me. "What else would you like me to wear, ma'am?" I asked. "Nothing else, pet. You may as well get used to being naked when home. Turn around and put your hands behind your back." A padlock secured the wrist cuffs together and I followed my Mistress to the kitchen. She refused to release my cuffs to let me eat. Instead she fed me off her plate just like she did at Lisa's. I'm sure she received perverse pleasure in having me eat from her fork while she was dressed, and I was bound and naked. I know I enjoyed it.

I waited on the sofa while she went upstairs and returned with several books and a video that were part of what she referred to as 'her upstairs library.' Since I hadn't seen any "library" I assumed it was in the one room I hadn't been permitted to visit.

For the next hour or so she read a few passages from the books and showed me pictures relating to both light and heavy bondage and discipline.

hirarandi · 10-01-2020, 10:25 AM

I asked if she would tell me when she intended to release my hands, commenting that my shoulders were starting to ache. She replied that she wanted me to experience extended bondage. "You need to understand, my little pet, that the way you are restrained is very light; probably the simplest form of bondage you will experience. Just imagine what it will be like when I put a strap around your elbows and pull them together or hogtie you for the day." So, I spent most of the afternoon resting with my head on her shoulder and her arm around me. Being with her like this felt good. I admit that I was becoming used to being naked while Kelly remained clothed.

The video was an eye-opener. We both felt that most of the pictures we had viewed in the books and magazines were posed. However, the video was real. Kelly told me she purchased it, and a few more, over the Internet from a company in Las Vegas. While many BDSM videos, like the pictures we had seen, were produced using actors or were of poor quality, those she purchased from Shadow Lane were made by people in the D/s scene. They were also reasonably priced, unlike many "fake" ones. While the movies are obviously scripted, the actions are authentic.

The title of the one we watched was "Hard Discipline." Kelly told me it was one of the first she bought. Although it is no longer available, it is listed if you Google "Alexis Payne IMDB" or "Kiri Kelly IMDB.". Its story line was the D/s relationship between two women and started with statements made by both. One woman, named Alexis Payne (most likely a "stage name"), was a professional Dominatrix. The other, Kiri Kelly (I chuckled because her surname was also Kelly), was a real life submissive and masochist. She starred in numerous BDSM movies. Kelly told me she read an online interview with Keri in which she was asked if she enjoyed the intense hard-hitting scenes. Her answer was, "Pretty much most of the time, it hurt like hell, since there isn't time for sufficient "warm up" in the videos. There were, of course, times when there was enough of a build for me to really enjoy it, such as Shadow Lane's Hard Discipline."

In the script, Kiri explained that she had often subbed for Alexis Payne, was moving out of town and wanted one last session with her Mistress before she departed.

I'll give you a quick synopsis. Kiri entered the room where Alexis was seated. They talked a while, and then Kiri was ordered to strip. She was spanked by hand and with a hairbrush. The resulting marks on her ass were bright red. Clips and pins were used on her body. They talked to one another during the session. I have no doubt that the tears shed by Kiri were real. They occasionally kissed. Near the end, Kiri was tied, face down and spread eagle on a bed. Her mistress whipped her with a riding crop. The welts that appeared across her ass were vivid. You could see that Kiri was turned on by the whipping (and other acts). Alexis eventually masturbated Kiri to a violent climax (although the actual sexual contact was not shown). Hopefully I remembered the scenes correctly.

The video lasted nearly ninety minutes. Totally engrossed in the interaction between the two women, I remained silent during the whole thing. While Kelly did comment on some scenes and brought certain aspects to my attention, I merely nodded. When it ended, Kelly turned to me and asked, "Well, pet. What did you think?"

"Mistress, I must be honest. I never would have believed that anyone could derive pleasure from being whipped like that... or even from being spanked. Kiri definitely did."

Kelly reached down and stroked my cunt. I moaned. "Well, pet, I can definitely say the video turned you on."

Next Kelly read a couple pages of text she had downloaded. They were from a book written by Sadie Bonfils AKA Sensuous Sadie. Kelly explained that Sensuous Sadie is a BDSM columnist and has written numerous books that are available online and in some bookstores. Kelly explained that Sadie founded Rose & Thorn, Vermont's first BDSM group in 1999.

This passage meant a lot to me when she read it. It gave me a different outlook It is rather long but I want to quote some of her book here, as a setting for my new mental state:

"...my approach has been to build a community and provide a safe space to explore our sexual identities. For many of us, D/s is not just about the toys, but rather the emotional and spiritual transformation occurring within, where the mind and soul surrender. My approach is of an artist, more interested in the expression than in who made the paint.

"The usual way to get to this place is through the body as a vehicle, using tactile sensation and sensual stimulation. It invokes a shift in perception, a shift from the daily world pronounced enough to enter the realm of Dom, or subspace. I wonder about approaching that door not through stimulating the body, but through the silken pathway of the soul.

"That's the mystical I seek, where he and I meet through the translucent waves of voice, of touch, of scent, of magic.

" I don't care about floggers; which way they're made or how much they cost. I want to feel my blood rising to the surface with a tingle, rising to meet another stroke.

"I don't care about the fifteen ways to tie a person to the door. I want to feel not the pressure and pull of the rope against my skin, but rather the helplessness slipping between my legs, opening me wide so I am without barriers.

"I don't care about whether or not protocol tells me to gaze this way or that, to speak or not, to wear this color flag or another to announce my intentions. I care about hearing his whisper, close from the chattering crowd, close enough to hear his possession of my sexuality, my strength, myself.

"What I want to explore is not the "stuff" of BDSM, but the enchantment. The trembling feeling that wakes me far past midnight in a sheen of heat.

"But still I am dragged back to the practical. Novices write me for recommendations about what they should buy in the way of BDSM gadgets, and I send them a list; the usual suspects.

"What I'd really like to give them is a list of mental, spiritual, and emotional qualities to bring to the table. I'd tell them to bring joy, creativity, and enthusiasm. Bring caring and patience and a commitment to communicating, even when it's a hassle. Bring not what you think a Dominant should be, but rather your own passion to dominate cleanly and without measure. Bring awareness of yourself and a willingness to face your own fears. Bring yourself present, genuine and alive and here in this very moment...

"If you are a Dominant, how will you discover what makes your Submissive's world "go around?" What can you do to create a whole new awareness for your Submissive? How will you care for her or his emotional wellbeing? How will you deal with the vulnerable place they will be in, not only during a scene, but even as early as the first time you meet and feel that little tingle?

"How will you learn to read your Submissive's reactions, physical and non-physical so you can teasingly torment them into a state of mindless sensual bliss? How will you learn to play your Submissive's body like a fine violin, to compose a symphony of subspace?

"If you are a Submissive, your responsibilities are different; your questions different. How do you protect your inner self enough to negotiate fully with this person, while still opening up enough to let yourself be known? How do you learn to trust being vulnerable when so many Dominants don't have the emotional skills to cope with garden variety emotions, much less the profound ones of D/s play? ...Are you caring for yourself enough, so your Dominant doesn't have to rescue you? Do you know who you are and what takes you to that magical place so you can communicate this to your partner? What is subspace really about for you?

"If our life journeys unfolded in a straight line, we would each have an unambiguous path ahead. "But D/s, like life, is a series of parallel paths instead. For me, its transcendent nature begs to be explored, not through apparatus, but through the hush of his breath on my neck, the linger of his hand in my hair, and the soft and steady resonance of his voice leading me to our destination."

"It's Not About the Whip: Love, Sex, and Spirituality in the BDSM Scene." Pp 4-6 Copyright 2003 Sensuous Sadie, Trafford Publishing

(Regretfully Sensuous Sadie's website no longer exists but her books are still available.)

She read each sentence to me slowly so I could fully absorb the meaning. I realized that these excerpts seemed to echo many of the things she had been telling me the previous evening and throughout the day. "I hope that brings things into context, pet. I really want to spend some time each day reading all my books to you, or have you read them to me. While you could read alone, reading together will be much more pleasurable. You have entered a new lifestyle that can bring us both the utmost in pleasure."

Kelly's hand trailed up my leg and touched my cunt causing me to moan from the pleasure. "Tisk! Tisk! MY cunt is still dripping wet. The only thing we don't know is which end of the whip is turning my slut on." I was fascinated by the thought of being disciplined, and maybe even spanking someone else, but was still unwilling to admit it out loud. When I remained quiet, she continued, "I think it is time we find out. Do you feel you are ready for me to begin testing your limits?"

When one's Mistress asks a question, an answer is, of course, required. In an almost inaudible tone, I replied, "I don't think I will ever be truly ready, Mistress. I only know that I want you to be the one doing the testing."

"Then I want you on your knees in front of me, slut." This time, kneeling in front of Kelly with my hands locked behind my back felt different for some reason. I was ordered to spread my legs wide. When I obeyed, she leaned forward, grasped both my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and squeezed. I winced from the pain but, at the same time, realized that the sensation seemed to be transmitted directly to my clit as if there were a wire connecting all three points. While pulling on my nipples enough to force me to lean forward, Kelly leaned down, and French kissed me.

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Are you ready to obey me at all times, immediately and without hesitation."

"Yes, Mistress, I am."

"Then go see who is ringing my doorbell."

"Mistress, I can't do that! I'm naked."

Her smile told me I'd just fallen into her first trap. "That doesn't appear to be obeying me immediately and without hesitation, bitch. You've just earned your first punishment. Now get your ass over to that door and find out who is ringing my door bell."

Her tone was stern and more forceful than any she had used since we met. The bell rang again. I jumped up and rushed to the door. I had to turn my back to twist the knob but managed to crack the door open. Using the door as a shield, I peeked around it and saw Sam. She recognized me immediately, of course, and said, "Hi Kim." Is Kelly home?"

I turned to Kelly, holding my shoulder against the door to keep it from opening any more, and said in a surprised tone, "It's Sam," and caught myself when I almost said Mistress, "ma'am."

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