Gay/Lesb - LGBT Kim’s New Life - by Janetmon ( Complete )

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"I am expecting her, pet. Please show her in. And quit hiding. My slut should be proud to display her naked body to my friends."

"Hey, it's good to see you again, Kim!" Sam exclaimed when she walked past me without a second glance, seemingly ignoring my nakedness. I saw that she was wearing tight shorts that bared the bottom curve of her ass. Her T-shirt was short enough to expose the bottom swell of her breasts and, to my surprise, she was wearing white ankle socks with white tennis shoes. Tell-tell bumps were apparent through her T-shirt on either side of her nipples, making it obvious that she was wearing bar bells in pierced nipples. I was immediately anxious to see them. She also wore a ring in her navel which made me wonder what other parts of her body were pierced. She was carrying a small overnight size suitcase, which she sat on the floor before casually flopping onto the chair next to the sofa. My attention left her brief clothing and riveted on the white collar around her neck.

"You may kneel again, pet."

"I see Kim fell under your influence, Kelly. I knew you'd be after her as soon as I saw the white socks, even if you didn't," Sam teased.

"I am well aware that you know one of my weaknesses, Sam. But you fell quicker than she did." After looking at me she added, "I think my new slave might be a little confused by that revelation. Why don't you tell her how I caught you? By the way, her name is Kimmy, not Kim, as long as she is wearing my collar."

"You may face Sam when she is talking to you, pet."

"I should have realized there would be a name change, Sam commented." Then to me she said, "I was one of your Mistress' students, Kimmy. She had me on my knees the very first time I was in her office. It was the first course of hers that I attended. During the meeting of the second class, I noticed that she was watching me quite closely. As soon as she dismissed us, she said, 'Miss Abernathy, I would like to speak privately with you in my office. Please come with me.' She said it as an order, not as a request, and in a somewhat stern manner, so I was quite worried.

"As soon as we entered her office, she closed her door and told me to sit down. She sat behind her desk and asked if I realized the extent of my participation in class during the first two meetings. The tone in her voice and the way she made the statement made me feel like she was saying my participation was excessive and that I wasn't giving my fellow students a chance. I hadn't realized that fact, but when she brought it to my attention, I knew she was correct and started to apologize for dominating the class time. She immediately stopped me and said that she wasn't rebuking me, stating that very few students were prepared as well as I was for the first class and she couldn't even remember many that were even halfway prepared for the second class, even though she always handed out a syllabus the first day.

"It was the last class of the day for both of us and we talked for quite a long time. I felt comfortable with her as she kept pulling personal information out of me that I normally don't share. Some of her questions were improper, but I didn't mind and quickly answered them. By the end of an hour, she knew that I was bisexual, but preferred the company of women. I didn't know it then, but she had also discerned that I was submissive. Towards the end of our talk, she explained to me that a friend had asked her to help find a female student who would be willing to be a live-in housekeeper in exchange for room and board and a small monetary stipend. It was several months before I found out that this was the main reason for the meeting. Being a poor college student with a tuition-only scholarship, I indicated that I was interested. She already knew I had to pay for my own room, board and books, but of course I didn't know that she was aware of my plight."

Kelly interrupted her. "Sam, tell her how you were dressed for those first two classes."

"Oh, yea," she laughed, "That probably is important. I wore pull-over tops, mini-skirts, and white ankle socks. I also wore white tennis shoes for the first class and loafers for the second." I grinned at this revelation.

Kelly interrupted again. "In my own defense, I must say that it wasn't just the skirts and white socks that got my attention, it was also her intelligence." She then grasped my chin. "I had to talk to you a few minutes before discovering that part of YOUR personality, my little bitch."

"Kelly explained that her friend was somewhat overbearing and expected perfection from her housekeepers, adding that most of the girls who worked for her couldn't take her domineering personally and soon quit," Sam continued. "I told her that wouldn't bother me and said that I'd so almost anything for money. Kelly smiled and said, "What if she ordered you to do your housework while naked?"

"I thought she was kidding, just to see my reaction, but I calmly replied, 'Ma'am, as I already indicated, I'd do almost anything for money, but I must add that it would have to be legal. To me, free room and board is just the same as cash. I'm sure you are exaggerating to make a point, but if your friend asks me to work naked, then I'll work naked.' 

"So, Kimmy, your Mistress indicated that I could meet her friend without any obligation before making a decision, but I needed to 'prove my willingness' to do what her friend might want. To make a long story short, I quickly found out she had not been exaggerating. Before I knew what was happening, my bra and panties were in Kelly's desk drawer and I was kneeling beside her desk. She then informed me that she wanted me to think about the offer until our next class. If I still wanted her to introduce me to her friend, she said that I should wear sheer panties to the class and should sit in the front row and flash them to her. Being a cash-poor college student, (hell, I considered myself poorer than dirt) there was absolutely no way that I was going to miss the opportunity she was offering. If it worked out, I could possibly graduate debt free. Kelly was so sure of her assessment of me, she knew I wouldn't report her for sexual harassment.

"So, I wore a mini-skirt, made sure I was one of the first students in the room, sat down, opened my legs for her, and quickly shut them when I was sure she had noticed that, rather than wearing sheer panties, I had not worn any. She came over to me and whispered in my ear that I had disobeyed her orders. As punishment, I was to keep my legs spread for the whole period. That was a trip. the whole scene turned me on. 

"She was so sure I would accept her offer, her friend was waiting in her office when class was over. You already know her friend: Allyson. I met with them, signed a contract, and wore Allyson's collar to my new home. That was two years ago. The rest is history.

"That, I guess, brings us to the present. My Mistress thought I should repay Kelly in some way for introducing us. I studied to be a professional masseuse before I realized that was not an occupation I really wanted and applied to the University. 

"In return for introducing me to Allyson, I now give Kelly a weekly massage and do housekeeping for her on occasion. Kelly pays me for the latter but have a feeling that income source has now ended since you have obviously yielded to Kelly's charms. Of course, I don't need the money anymore since I have succeeded in graduated without any college debt as planned." 

"Because I brought them together, Sam's Mistress has given me permission to discipline her on occasion, too. Isn't that right, Sam?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is," Sam replied, adding, "In fact, Mistress sometimes sends me to Kelly when I need severe discipline and she doesn't want to feel guilty about applying it."

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"Now you know why she wasn't too surprised to see you naked and wearing cuffs when she arrived, pet, especially after seeing you lose your underwear and accepting my collar last night."

"I take it your clothes for tonight are in the suitcase, Sam?"

"Yes, ma'am. After talking to you this morning Mistress Allyson suggested that she would meet us here about seven and we can all go to the restaurant in her car." 

"That sounds great to me. Should I contact her and let her know."

"No, she said to let her know only if you object or have other plans."

" I'll get us some wine, Sam, while you go upstairs and get your equipment. I don't want Kimmy to see the playroom yet, so you can set up in the den. Don't forget to lose your shoes."

We sipped on the wine and talked for nearly half an hour, Kelly holding my glass while I drank. During our conversation I asked Sam if she had to wear a collar all the time. "Always when at home, at Lisa's, anywhere my status is known, and in public on occasion. I commented that I didn't remember seeing it at Lisa's. "I was wearing it last night. You probably didn't notice because you were so entranced with Kelly," she laughed. "But I always wear something hidden, 24/7' to remind me of my submissive status." Since I couldn't see anything, I asked her what that might be.

"Oh, I can't tell you, but I have a strong feeling you will be seeing it later."

Damn, I hated suspense, and this continued secrecy. I also asked her if Sam was a slave name. She replied that it was and explained she had told Allyson that Sam was her nickname as she grew up and that she always considered it to be male in connotation. She didn't particularly like it once she entered high college. I laughed and told her that hating my youthful nickname was the reason that Kelly renamed me Kimmy.

"Well, Kelly, why don't we get started. Do you want to be first or last?"

"I'll go first, Sam. I think Kimmy's massage will take a little longer."

"Knowing you, I'm positive of that." More effing suspense.

Following Kelly's instructions, Sam brought a tall backless bar stool from the breakfast nook and placed it about two feet from the side of the massage table, next to where Kelly's head would be. "Ok, slut. You can sit on this and watch," Kelly said, then helped me up. With lust in my heart, I watched her strip while Sam went to the bathroom and filled two basins with warm water. 

Sam explained that she would give Kelly a sponge bath followed by a full body massage. "You will then get the same treatment plus a couple additional surprises I know your Mistress has planned for you.

"Watch closely, Kimmy, because I think your Mistress will probably have you give her massages between my visits. Isn't that what a slave is for, Kelly?"

"That and much more, Sam," Kelly replied, chuckling.

I was fascinated watching Sam work. Using a net pouf, moistened in one of the basins, she wet a large section of Kelly's back, poured a small amount of body shampoo on the same area, then, using the pouf, worked the shampoo into a lather. Finally, she wiped the lather off using a moist wash cloth thoroughly rinsed in the other basin. Once she removed the lather, I could see Kelly's skin glowing pink on the washed area. 

Kelly was lying with her hands at her sides and her head turned towards me. I didn't realize she was watching me as I concentrated on Sam washing her ass. I had never lusted after a woman's ass before, but Kelly's now seemed to be the most beautiful ones I had ever seen. It turned me on to see Sam lay the pouf aside and use her hands to spread the lather, especially when she ran her fingers between her cheeks, seeming to pause there a little longer than necessary, bringing a moan from Kelly's lips.

Kelly continued to watch me intently as I admired her body and watched Sam work. I didn't realize that I was staring until she said, "Do you like what you see, pet?"

I turned my head to look her in the eyes and smiled, "Oh, yes, Mistress, I definitely do."

"Well, I had Kelly place that chair near my head on purpose. I would appreciate it if you turned this way a bit more while you admire your Mistress and spread your legs, so I can admire my cunt." 

Sam finished washing Kelly's back and asked her to turn over. I continued to be fascinated as Sam bathed her tits. My thoughts turned to how I had suckled on them the previous evening. Sam continued to move down Kelly's body. When Sam finally reached her sex, Kelly raised her knees and spread her legs to provide better access. Watching Sam pull Kelly's labia out and delicately wash each lip separately, then, using a straight razor, shave her pussy to remove any stubble was stimulating me. I'm sure Kelly had the smoothest and cleanest vagina in the country. I silently hoped Sam would be shaving mine. I was wet imagining how it would feel.

Sam placed a fresh towel on the table and Kelly rolled back onto on her stomach. Using copious amounts of warm, scented oil, Sam started a deep muscle massage. Again, I especially loved watching her caress Kelly's ass, enjoying the way her fingers magically kneaded the luscious, curved globes.

My own clit twitched when Sam slowly drew her fingers up and down between Kelly's cheeks. Since I was near Kelly's head, I couldn't see where she stopped, but I thought she might have positioned her finger over Kelly's anus. I knew I was correct when Kelly gasped just after Sam poured a liberal amount of massage oil between her cheeks. Then her finger disappeared. Kelly exclaimed, "Oh, gawd, YES, Sam. That feels so good." Sam inserted a second digit and finger-fucked Kelly's ass for a couple minutes before instructing her "client" to turn over.

Sam massaged Kelly's face, shoulders and arms, and then her abdomen. I watched attentively as she moved up to Kelly's breasts, separately squeezing and kneading each one with both hands. She slipped her pinky fingers through both rings and pulled her breasts up until Kelly moaned. Kelly looked up at Sam, smiled, raised her hand, slipped it under Sam's T-shirt and massaged her breast. "You know how much I love that, Sam, but you had better be careful or you might get more than you bargained for."

Sam smiled at her and teased, "Promises, promises, rarely any action!"

Kelly's feet received Sam's full attention next. As one might predict, the massage slowly moved up to her hips. When Kelly spread her legs, I knew it was good that my hands were still cuffed behind my back. Otherwise, I would have been giving both a show while I masturbated. That would have gotten me into more trouble.

A slight pang of envy hit me when Sam leaned down and kissed Kelly's clit. I wasn't jealous, I just wanted to be the one kissing it. At least Sam didn't dwell there. She poured a generous supply of massage oil into her hand and applied it to Kelly's pussy. As I watched, I thought about how nice it must be rubbing oil over a freshly shaved pussy and realized how much better it would be than doing the same to one covered with hair. Kelly was so right. Yes, there were many benefits to removing one's pubic bush.

Kelly shut her eyes, put her hands behind her head and moved her feet to the edge of the table to get leverage so she could move her hips attempting to increase the pleasure Sam was giving her. I could tell she was approaching a climax as her breathing got more rapid, and was surprised when she suddenly dropped her hips to the table and exclaimed, "Please stop Sam."

"You don't want to finish?"

"Oh, I definitely want to, but not right now." She lay there a few moments then said, "I think you should prepare my slave for her bath and massage."

"Shall I give her the full quart?"

"Absolutely! And you should use that amount in both the cleansing and in the rinse. It's also time to lose your shirt." They explained Sam normally would be naked during the massage (she would strip immediately on arrival, just inside the door), but Kelly had sent her different instructions for this session.

"Come with me, Kimmy," Sam said while Kelly helped me off the tall stool. I followed her into the bathroom, glancing sideways at the barbells penetrating her nipples, and wondering what was in store for me.

"Something tells me that you like my piercings, Kimmy."

"I do. They make your nipples look sexy."

"I can honestly say that I am glad Mistress Allyson made me get them pierced. There are other adornments that I like even better. You should get yours pierced, too. But then, I have a feeling that you are not going to have any choice." I felt that shudder again.

Sam placed a folded towel on the floor next and told me to kneel on it alongside the tub. She assisted me to lean forward until my forehead was resting comfortably on the towel then instructed me to spread my legs. The position I was in was extremely embarrassing and positively lewd. My naïve mind could not imagine what Sam was going to do.

Instructed to keep my forehead flat on the towel, all I could do is listen to Sam flitter about the bathroom, opening and closing doors, running water and doing whatever else she was doing. Kelly walked in and said to Sam, "Isn't she simply scrumptious, Sam?" as if I weren't in the room.

"Oh, she's absolutely perfect. You couldn't have done better if you had picked her out of a catalog. She has such a beautiful ass, too, although it's a little too white. I hope you plan to put some color on it."

"I do, Sam. Which would you prefer, pink or red?

"Red would be nice, Kelly; maybe with some stripes, too?"

"Possibly, but first I need to see how well the initial color application is received."

"Damn," I thought, "What the hell are they are talking about. What is she going to use to paint me, and why?"

A few seconds later, I felt something cold and wet touch my anus. I didn't know if it was Kelly or Sam touching me there, but I automatically tightened my muscles. "Relax, Kimmy. It isn't going to hurt," Sam commented.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Kelly replied, "Sam's going to give you an enema, pet."

"Why?"

"She needs to cleanse your colon, of course." She hesitated a second before asking, "Have you ever had an enema?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well, excellent, it will be another new experience. Get used to it, pet. I guarantee this will not be your last. If you just relax those muscles and follow Sam's instructions, everything will be ok. I promise."

Sam explained the procedure and said that I would receive a quart of cleansing solution. After holding it inside for a few moments, the expelling it, I would get a clear rinse. I knew I would not be able to take that much fluid, but accepted the inevitable, and relaxed as the lubricated tube slipped through my sphincter.

She attached the red rubber bottle holding the quart of solution to the curtain rod of the tub. I heard the click releasing the clip and immediately sensed the slightly warm liquid flowing into me. Ordered not to move until given permission, I felt my abdomen begin to distend as gravity emptied the bottle. I was surprised when Sam announced that the bottle was empty and that she was going to remove the tube. "After we leave the solution do its work, Kimmy, I'll help you to the toilet."

"I don't think I can hold it that long, Sam. I'm ready now. Please help me up."

"Trust me, Kimmy. You can hold it longer. I know because I've been on the receiving end of an enema many times." I was positive I was going to have an accident before the time was up and was relieved when she finally permitted me to move. Gawd, it seemed like forever. I clenched my anal muscles and waddled to the toilet. It was then I realized my wrists were to remain locked behind my back and Sam wasn't going to leave the room while the liquid drained from my bowels. I couldn't have been more embarrassed than when she finished wiping my ass with a clean washcloth. I convinced myself that the number of embarrassing things I had experienced since walking into Lisa's far outnumbered those I had encountered in my whole life, but this was the absolute worst. We then repeated the whole scenario to "rinse me out."

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Finally, I followed Sam back to the den to receive my massage. Kelly was sitting on the bar stool waiting for us, wearing nothing but a miniscule, white towel, wrapped around her waist. I understood why men like to see women topless. Sam helped me to lie face down on the table. While she removed my socks, I started to wonder if I would ever get the use of my hands back. I shouldn't have worried, though. Kelly removed the cuffs saying she wanted me to savor my first massage to the max. She even removed the collar to enable Sam to do a full body wash, saying I could have it back as soon as Sam finished. I suddenly felt naked without it (pun intended).

This time I was able to watch Kelly as she sat on the barstool. She even spread her legs to "give me a better view." Do you like looking at your Mistresses' pussy, pet?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. Thank you for the privilege." (I was learning.) Her hairless vagina really was beautiful. I especially loved the heart pendant still hanging from her clit.

The body wash and massage were pure luxury. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Kelly was making me feel like a "rich bitch." Come to think of it, with my salary, I could soon become one.

I was a little apprehensive while Sam placed the straight razor on my abdomen and started to spread shaving cream over my pubic area. Even though I had watched her skillfully use the razor on Kelly, and had thought that I wanted the same, my fear of being cut was overwhelming. "Uh, Sam, Mistress Kelly just shaved me."

"Today?" she asked.

"No, yesterday."

"Out of curiosity, were you shaved before you met Kelly?" When I answered that I wasn't, she looked at Kelly and said, "You moved faster than Mistress Allyson and I thought you would, Kelly." Then she looked at me and said, "Don't worry, this is just part of my service. There is very little stubble, and this will keep you nice and smooth for tonight." Her soothing didn't assuage my fears one iota. I again wondered what had been planned for the evening, positive that I was the only one who did not know.

As Sam massaged my ass, I remembered what she had done to Kelly and wondered what it would be like if she penetrated me THERE. My breathing rate increased when she trailed her fingers down my crack. I am no longer sure, but I think I raised my hips a little when she grazed my anus.

I was watching Kelly when Sam asked a simple one-word question, "Kelly?"

The answer of my mistress was actually disappointing, "No, Sam, she is an anal virgin. I reserve the right to be the first one to penetrate her." Another shiver moved up my spine. What did Kelly have in mind? "But you may kiss it if you want," Kelly continued. 

Sam's "kiss" included a slow licking of my sensitive rosebud. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. No human being, other than a doctor, had ever touched me there. I knew I wanted more. I raised and pushed my hips towards her tongue, but she suddenly quit and instructed me to turn over onto my back.

When my body wash was complete, Kelly locked the collar around my neck. My frontal massage was like Kelly's. Sam did spend a lot more time working on my face with her fingertips and thumbs. Damn, it felt so good. I also enjoyed having her pay so much attention to my breasts. As she tenderly massaged them, I raised my hand toward her breast. "May I," I asked.

"I think you need to ask your Mistress, Kimmy, not me. If my permission is required, she will inform you." She understood the question in my eyes and continued, "You already know I am also a submissive. Mistress Allyson and Mistress Kelly have an understanding concerning what can do, what I must do and what I cannot do when here. Mistress Kelly knows if Mistress Allyson permits me to accept or refuse certain activities. I am not allowed to grant any permissions. You will learn the same, I am sure."

I looked over at Kelly. May I, Mistress?"

"May you, what, slut?"

"May I touch Sam's breast, ma'am?"

"You may, my pet. As part of your training, I must inform you that you will always request permission of your Mistress first and be very specific in what you want."

I understood her remark implicitly. "Ah, Mistress, may I please restate my request."

"You may, pet."

"May I play with Sam's breast?"

"You may, pet."

"See how quickly my pet learns, Sam? I told you she was an uncut jewel."

Both she and Sam laughed at this. I did enjoy feeling Sam's breast, though. When I ran my fingers over the bar bells, Kelly asked if they fascinated me. I replied that they did, and she said, "Then we will definitely have to decorate your nipples, too."

Sam finally got to the part of the massage I was anticipating the most. Her oil-covered fingers felt sensational as they moved ever so delicately over my smooth pussy. I raised my hips and was ready to go over the top when Kelly exclaimed, "That's enough, Sam. It's time for the next phase." I would be lying if I said I wasn't extremely disheartened. I needed to cum and I wanted to do it immediately. Kelly knew this and covered my lips with a finger just as I was about to beg. "Shh, pet. Do not say a word. I want your endorphins high for the pleasure you are about to receive."

I watched Kelly closely. Was I becoming enamored with her? Maybe! Probably! Definitely! She placed a large zip bag on the stool, removed several straps and handed some to Sam. I had missed the line of slots along the edge of the table through which they threaded the straps. I somehow was able to remain passive while they quickly buckled the straps over my wrists and elbows. Next, they spread my legs by pulling my feet back and strapping them to the sides of the table. Finally, Kelly pulled a blindfold from the bag. It was leather and lined with thick fur. She placed it over my eyes, buckled its strap at the back of my head, and said, "Pet, when one loses one or more of their senses, other senses are intensified. You are now going to experience your first encounter with sensuous pain. I hope you enjoy it as much as we will."

I felt two pair of lips consuming my hard nipples. The sensation was unbelievable. Jolts of electricity went straight to my clit. Fuck! I wanted more and got what I wanted. Whomever was munching on my left nipple (I assumed it was Kelly, since she had been to my left when she placed the blindfold over my eyes), clamped down on my hard bud with her teeth. The person suckling my right nip followed suit as if they had planned this coordination in advance. I went ballistic. Kelly was right (again). Never had pain felt so damn good. Then they stopped biting and sucking.

A few seconds later, both nipples were squeezed and rolled between fingers and thumbs. I was disappointed when they stopped the light, sensuous pinching then screamed when a force I had never experienced gripped both nipples simultaneously. I sucked in a gallon of air and slowly released it as the severe pain gradually lessened and turned to torment. A finger suddenly touched my open cunt causing me to jump. I could not anticipate what I could not see. "Ah, me thinks my pet enjoys having clothes pins attached to her nips, Sam. Let's add more and see what happens."

They pinched the skin about two inches below my nipple, each on a different breast as before. What I now know were clothespins replaced fingers. I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming but gave my feelings away by sucking air through them as additional pins bit into my skin. Somehow, I managed to count as they followed the same routine seven more times, literally ringing my aureoles. The pain was not as excruciating as I would have thought, but, nevertheless, it was there. In my blindness I tried to imagine, without much success, what I must look like with eighteen clothes pins attached to my breasts.

Kelly spoke again. Sensing the direction of her voice, I knew that she had moved closer to my feet. "Look Sam, my pet is seeping more. Hot damn! She really is enjoying this. Let's finish."

" Oh, gawd, not there," I exclaimed, as they pinched my labia. I should have saved my breath. Again, clothespins replaced fingers. I clenched my teeth and moaned loudly as each one captured my tender flesh. I soon wore four pins on each side.

"May I, Kelly?"

"Absolutely, Sam, be my guest. Test the waters."

One of them (I assumed Sam because of the verbal exchange.) pushed against my legs spreading them farther apart. I thought they were going to pin my clit. I screamed again, this time from passion, not pain, when a pair of lips engulfed my clitoris. I didn't realize I was that fucking hot. Just as quickly the lips retreated. I screamed again. "Oh, fuck, don't stop. Make me cum!"

"Tisk, Tisk!" Exclaimed Kelly, "Such language from someone I thought was a sweet, innocent young lady. Maybe I she is a true slut."

" Are you ordering us to do something, slut?"

"Oh, gawd, Mistress, no. Please, I am begging you to let me cum."

"Much better, slut."

"I would like to put a clothespin on your clit, Kimmy, but, considering your state of arousal, I think you would experience a climax, and we can't let that happen right now."

She removed my blindfold. "You may now see your trophies, pet." I raised my head and couldn't believe how my tits looked. Because the ring of clothespins was causing the flesh to pull upward, they had created what looked like cups about half an inch deep with my pinched nipples and their clothespins prominently in the center. The resulting recesses would certainly hold liquid.

"Now comes the fun part, Kimmy." Kelly explained that they were going to remove the pins one at a time. Being a novice, there was no way I could know that the pain would be more intense when the damn things came off. "Are you ready pet?" she asked as Sam placed her fingers at the ends of one pin. Ol' dumb Kimberly nodded her head and screamed for at least the next minute, which seemed like a lifetime while they removed the pins one at a time. As soon as Sam finished removing the first nine pins (the one imprisoning my nip was last, of course), she leaned down and sucked on the nipple. Only then did Kelly start removing her nine. As expected, Kelly sucked her nipple after removing the last pin. I screamed and swooned at the same time, forgetting that eight pins still caressed other portions of my anatomy. Because I had shut my eyes, I missed Sam moving to the bottom of the table. The screams hit a crescendo as the blood rushed back into my labia when those pins vacated their positions.

I was proud when both Kelly and Sam kissed me and said that I did well. "Just imagine the experience you will enjoy when I use the tip of my whip to remove the pins, pet. "

"Oh, shit, I'll die," I thought.

"Well, Sam, it's almost time to get dressed so I think I think you should put on your ring, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly." The change in tone and form of address was obvious. I glanced from one of them to the other as Sam removed a ring from her purse and put it on her finger. I couldn't help but notice its uniqueness. It was nearly half an inch wide and made of smooth silver with a smaller ring attached to the top. 

"I can see that, once again, my pet shows her astuteness, Sam. She noted your switch from the familiar. Shall I explain things to her?"

"Yes, Mistress Allyson said she should know why I am being whipped."

"I will let you choose your instrument this time, Sam. You may select the riding crop, quirt or cane."

Sam headed up the steps, and Kelly explained, "When I talked to Allyson this morning, while you were still sleeping, she indicated that Sam had experienced a bout of jealousy after I left with you last night."

"Jealousy, I don't understand."

"Since it is totally out of character for Sam, I was surprised. When I brought Sam and Allyson together, they agreed on a trial Dom/sub relationship like the one you and I just signed. Theirs, however, was for six months. They quickly fell in love with one another and the relationship became permanent, as I pray ours will. Often, we went out on dates as a threesome. There were times we spent nights together, usually sleeping in the same bed. Allyson and I even disciplined Sam together. When Allyson would go out of town and couldn't take Sam with her, I became a babysitter, because they agreed Sam would never be alone. To make a long story short, Sam also fell in love with me."

"And Allyson doesn't mind."

"Oh, no, in fact, in her own way, Allyson loves me, too. It falls somewhere between close friendship and being lovers. She knows that Sam's love for her is greater than Sam's love for me, and that's all that is necessary."

"Do you love them?"

"Yes, in the same way they love me, pet."

"Oh," I said, in a somewhat dejected manner.

"Kimmy, we just met. I am sure I am unlike anyone you have ever known and probably anyone you will ever know. We both used the phrase 'I love you' last evening, but it isn't true romantic love; at least not yet. We haven't known one another long enough. There is a distinct possibility that we may truly fall in love, and, if that happens, you must realize that there are different levels of love. That is the problem with most relationships. They do not permit these different levels to exist and, eventually, jealousy breaks the relationship apart."

"So, you are going to whip her simply because she exhibited a little jealousy."

"No, that's not why she is getting whipped. A small level jealousy can be expected, and is acceptable, if one does not let it consume one's self. It's more like she lost her cool like a petulant child instead of sitting down and discussing the situation like the adult she is. In short let's just say that she engaged her mouth before putting her brain in gear. I would prefer that she is the one to explain the full story."

Sam returned and handed Kelly a three-foot long plastic rod, about a half inch in diameter. One end had a handle covered with woven black and red leather. "I am pleased you selected the cane, Sam. It suits your lapse in judgement." To me Kelly explained, "This is the modern version of the English Cane, pet. It is sturdier than bamboo and doesn't splinter or break. While the English cane creates a great deal of pain, it cannot compare to this little baby. By selecting it, Sam is showing us that she is very contrite and knows she deserves the punishment she will receive."

"Sam, I gave Kimmy some generalities, but you should provide the specific reason you are going to be caned."

"Must I, ma'am?"

"The vile words came from your mouth, Sam, and should be repeated by you alone. I will not rehash them. Telling Kimmy is part of your punishment."

"Oh, Kimmy I really am sorry. I said it all in the heat of passion."

"Sam, get over it. Just tell her what you said, or I will double the number of strokes your Mistress ordered. Graciously accepting the punishment in Kimmy's presence will be your apology.

[hirarandi]

Sam took a deep breath and said, "When Mistress Allyson and I arrived home last night she asked me what I thought of you, Kimmy. I exploded and said 'I hate her. That fucking bitch is going to take Kelly away from us." 

I opened my mouth to tell her what happened, but Sam stopped me. "I know what you're going to say, Kimmy. Mistress Allyson already explained that she initiated the introduction. I was not rational. I know I acted normal at Lisa's, but I was seething inside. The more attention Miss Kelly showed you, the madder I got, and I honestly do not know why. I am not a jealous person, but maybe it is just because I love both of them so much. The reason really doesn't matter. I know that Miss Kelly would not leave us. We're just too close; almost like sisters, and I know she loves me as much as I love her. For that reason alone, there was absolutely no cause for my outburst. I knew I was in deep trouble as soon as the words left my mouth. I just don't know what got into me. I spoke without engaging my brain and deserve to be punished. Mistress Allyson, Miss Kelly and I have discussed the use of such words many times. We all feel that calling someone a 'slut,' 'bitch.' or 'cunt' in place of a slave name is OK if used in a loving way. Many Dominas do use those names to belittle their sub, but that is not right. The way I said it was derogatory and demeaning and should never ever be used with reference to any woman. 

"Enough rhetoric, Sam! Bring a chair from the dining room and place it in front of the fireplace." As soon as she sat the chair on the floor, Kelly said, "Stand and present, facing the chair."

The next instruction was mine. "Kimmy, kneel behind Sam pull her shorts down to her knees."

The first thing I noticed when I pulled the shorts below her hips was the small brass rectangle hanging between her legs.

"Ohmygawd!" I exclaimed. "Is that a padlock?"

"Yes, it is slut. It's the substitute collar that Sam was alluding to earlier. The yoke goes through two piercing tubes in her labia, one on either side of her vagina. Its weight keeps her constantly aware of its presence and of her status, especially when it swings free under skirts."

"Oh, wow! What a trip."

"Since it excites you so much, maybe I'll get you one someday." The now incessant shudder arrived.

"I want you to pay attention to my next command, little one. It is one you should not forget." To Sam she said, "Prepare yourself for receiving your punishment, Sam." Kelly explained the specifics of the position while Sam bent over and gripped the sides of the chair seat. 

"Mistress Allyson sentenced you to five ones from each of us, correct, Sam."

"That is correct, Miss Kelly."

"Kimmy, kneel about three feet to Sam's right so you can watch."

"Hold your position and keep looking down at the chair seat, Sam. I need to give Kimmy a little demonstration."

She moved beside me and said, "Hold your left hand straight out, pet; palm up." I gulped and obeyed. Kelly explained that, because of the plastic rod, this cane was a severe whipping instrument. "Since Sam selected it, you need to have an idea of what she is willing to receive as punishment for calling you a bitch in such an insulting manner." She held the rod about a foot above my hand. As soon as she started the downward motion, I jerked my hand away. Kelly stared at me then pushed the tip of the cane against my nipple. In a very terse voice she said, "Since I haven't explained all the rules to you, slut, you just got away with one. When ordered to receive a punishment, you do not even flinch. If you EVER pull away from me again, I will cane your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week. Now get your hand out there again."

I was shocked at the tone of her voice. There was no doubt I had been severely rebuked. I quickly extended my hand. This time she held the cane about two feet above my hand. When it connected with my flesh, I screamed and immediately tucked my hand under my arm. "That really hurt, Mistress."

"It was meant to hurt, pet, but you can consider it a mere love tap compared to what Sam will receive."

"Are you ready, Sam?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly."

"Position!" I knew this was another command I would need to remember. I

watched carefully as Sam leaned forward a little, spread her feet so they were about 18 inches apart, adjusted her stance so her back was nearly parallel to the floor and thrust her butt back slightly.

Kelly turned back to Sam, touched her ass with the cane to judge distance then pulled her arm back. The only sounds in the room during the next second was the "swoosh" of the cane moving through the air and the very loud "splat" as it connected with naked flesh.

I couldn't believe it. I jumped more than Sam did when the cane landed on her bare ass. She merely groaned, gripped the chair seat harder and held her ground as the cane indented her flesh before bouncing back. I watched, almost mesmerized as a white stripe immediately appeared across her cheeks, then started turning pink. I then heard her gasp, releasing the breath that she was holding and saying, "One; thank you, Miss Kelly."

I couldn't take it. "Please don't hit her again, Mistress. She really didn't mean what she said, and it doesn't bother me."

"The choice is not yours. Allyson assigned her punishment and she is the only one who can reduce it. Besides, Sam is a masochist and loves it; don't you, Sam."

"Yes, Miss Kelly."

A second stripe quickly crossed the otherwise white ass. It hurt me just to watch the second welt form as the first was beginning to change to red. I knew that the marks would eventually become dark red bruises. Sam took a deep breath and said, "Two! Thank you, Miss Kelly."

I had to say something. "Mistress, don't you think that is enough?"

There is an adage... "If looks could kill..." that would be appropriate at this moment.

"Damnit, slut. Her Mistress said it would be five. Would you like to take her place for the other three?"

"No, ma'am," I gulped.

"Then remain silent. One more word and you shall also receive five."

I cringed with each sound of the final three strokes, and could not believe that Sam remained nearly silent, except for the low groan, deep breath, the count, and saying "Thank you, Miss Kelly." I, on the other hand, nearly cried out with the sound of each stroke. When she finished, Kelly held the cane to Sam's lips. She kissed it and thanked Kelly for her punishment. Strangely, she remained in the same position. I saw tears dropping onto the chair seat. Tears started to form in my own eyes. 

"You may rise, pet. It's your turn."

I looked up at Kelly with questioning eyes. "My turn? I don't understand."

"Did you not hear me when I asked Sam to verify that she was to receive five strokes from each of us?"

I remained silent for a long time trying to process what she meant...what I knew was to happen. "Each of us?"

"Yes, my pet. Five from me and five from you."

"But why me? I don't understand."

"You are the one she called a fucking bitch, Kimmy. You are my slave. She is not permitted to call you vile names like that. That is the punishment her Mistress decided. Now get up here and carry out your portion or you both will get ten. She will be punished for your recalcitrance."

More tears flowed as I reluctantly stood, took the cane from Kelly, moved to the side, took aim and swung. "Damnit, Kimmy, that was about the weakest fucking swing I have ever seen. I doubt if it will even leave a mark. I won't even count it as part of your five. If you don't do any better, we'll be here all night until you cane her as hard as I know you can."

The tone of her voice during her verbal attack pissed me off. I swung the cane five times as hard and fast as I could, not even giving Sam time to count. The second I stopped, the thought, "Damn, doing that felt good," surged into my mind. And then I felt guilty. Sam was now my friend and I enjoyed whipping her ass. How could that be? I dropped the cane and said to Kelly, "I hope that was better, Mistress." 

[hirarandi]

Kelly looked at me, smiled, and replied, "It most definitely was, slut. I knew you had it in you. I have a feeling you even enjoyed it. You have not finished. Pick up the cane and present it to Sam so she can kiss it and thank you for her punishment."

When I finished, Kelly said, "You now have permission to kiss her wounds, pet." Without hesitation, I fell on my knees behind Sam and tried to kiss each of the stripes on both cheeks, receiving a gracious moan from Sam in return. What shocked me is how the first marks had already formed into welts. I was surprised that I was able to sense each ridge with my lips as I kissed them. Kelly slipped her fingers between Sam's spread legs and traced her fingers across Sam's pussy. She then held her wet fingers where I could clearly see them, commenting, "See how a masochist gets excited over a whipping, pet." I needed no instructions when she presented the wet digits to my lips. I enjoyed the taste of a new woman.

"Now let's see if my own slut enjoyed Sam's punishment." I was embarrassed at how wet I had become. This time Kelly sucked her own fingers and I felt honored. "I'm sure Sam would enjoy a taste of her audience, too." Kelly slipped her fingers deep into my wet pussy again then presented them to Sam's lips. Sam licked the digits first then sucked the remnants of my juices from them with passion. Kelly sat on the sofa and indicated that I should move to a spot in front of her. "You are due some punishment, Pet. I'd like to use the cane on you just to show you what it is like but won't for your first time. I'll spank you instead."

"Thank you for your consideration, Mistress."

"You won't want to thank me tomorrow when you taste the cane, and I promise you will taste it, even if you are a perfect little slave between now and then. It is important that know what it is like." I noticed Sam remained in the position she had attained for the caning. 

"You may rise, Sam. I will need to use that chair. Stand and present in a spot where you will be facing us." The first thing I noticed when she turned towards me were the tears that streaked her face. I realized the amount of self-control it must have taken to remain silent during the whipping. I wondered if I would be able to be that compliant. The second thing I noticed was that her pubis was bare. I wondered if everyone in Kelly's group of friends shaved.

Kelly sat on the chair and said, "Do I need to explain how I want you for your spanking, pet." 

"No, Mistress, you don't." I dutifully laid over her lap and hesitantly placed my hands on the floor to balance myself.

Kelly rubbed her hand softly over my bare ass, and then ran her fingers down my crack and across my cunt. I gasped at the touch. I was hotter than I thought. I did not see her raise her arm. I cried out when her hand landed hard on my right cheek. "Oh, slut, you embarrass me. You saw how Sam remained quiet when I caned her. How could you make so much noise because of my hand?"

"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't expect it and was startled."

"Well, pet. That one didn't count since you cried out. For the rest you will thank me in the same manner that Sam did."

"How many do I get, ma'am."

"You'll know when I quit."

"Shall I begin with number one or two, Mistress?"

"Good question. Normally if I assign a specific number and we need to start over, you will always go back to one. This time it doesn't matter. The choice is yours."

Twenty-six more swats followed. I counted, beginning with two, and thanked Kelly for each one. The surprising thing is how much my ass hurt when she finished. I was amazed that Sam was able to endure the cane. The pain from it had to have been incredible. I wasn't looking forward to "learning about it." Kelly rubbed my flesh again and commented on how much warmer it was and how good it looked with some color added. I almost laughed when I recalled my thoughts about paint while they were discussing adding color to my ass while we were in the bathroom. I also realized what the stripes were going to be.

Sam was ordered to sit on the edge of the sofa. I watched her wince as soon as her ass touched the leather seat. Damn, that must hurt.

"On your knees in front of Sam, pet, facing her."

"OK, Sam, spread them wide." My position provided a perfect view her hairless pubis, of course, and immediately, I had my question answered. She was wearing a clit ring. There was, however, something I didn't expect A small object hung from the ring. It looked like a military ID tag but was gold in color, instead of silver. It was also curved slightly to lay over her clit when she was sitting. I had not been able to see it from the rear because of the lock. I was close enough that I could see that it was engraved. The first line read, "slave sam," and the second line, "Property of Mistress Allyson."

I wanted to know more about this tag, but Kelly interrupted me by handing me a key. "Because we are so close, Allyson has given me exclusive permission to remove Sam's lock and tag when necessary, Kimmy. As my slave, you have the privilege of performing that task for me." I guess it is needless to say that I was more than a little nervous while removing Sam's lock from her vaginal lips. Gawd, I loved doing it. Removing the ID tag was easier.

"You may now show Sam that you forgive her, pet. Clasp your hands behind your back and only use your tongue." How could there be any question as to how I was to forgive her. I tasted my second pussy in two days and the second in my life. The flavor of Sam's juices was different from Kelly's, but pleasant. Sam leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs wider. I savored her taste, licking along her blood-filled lips and inserting my tongue as far into her as I could, to lap up all her copious juices. I found that I loved flicking her clit ring with my tongue, and even pulled on it by grasping it with my teeth. When Kelly saw this, she commented that she was going to get me one. Shudder! I wondered if she planned to pierce anything besides my nipples and clit.

When Kelly saw that Sam was nearing a climax, she stopped me, to my disappointment. "Sorry, pet, but she isn't permitted a climax without her Mistress' permission. Sadly, Allyson did not tell me that she could. Besides, it's time to dress. Once I had replaced the lock and ID tag, Kelly said, "Sam, bring your suitcase to the bedroom. After my slave dresses me, you two can assist one another."

On the way to the bedroom, I asked Sam if she shaved herself. She seemed so smooth. I was surprised when she commented, "Well, not really, Kimmy. Mistress Allyson initially required me to be shaven, but later said it took too much time to shave one another. I continue to shave her, but she tried Brazilian Waxing for me, which lasted longer than shaving, buy hurt like hell. It wasn't the type of pain she liked for me. She eventually found a laser treatment that was mostly painless. She decided that would be the way to go. We used it to remove my pubic and underarm hair. It takes several treatments and is expensive, but I highly recommend it."

"I already plan that for Kimmy, if she extends her contract," Kelly explained.

Naked and kneeling, we watched Kelly carefully select her clothes and place them on the bed in the order I was to dress her. A gold chain that seemed to have three ends intrigued me. Kelly instructed me to put the chain on her first. After I studied it for a moment, I picked it up and studied it some more, First, I tried to put the shorter ends around her neck and connect them. They weren't long enough. Sam and Kelly knew that would probably be the case and had a good laugh at my expense. Kelly told me to connect the two shorter chains to her nipple rings. After that I should easily be able to determine what to do with the remaining long end. I removed the balls from her nipple rings, slid the ends of the chain over the rings and replaced the balls. When I stepped back the chain looked like a large letter Y with the bottom leg hanging about six inches below the V of her legs. I quietly smiled, kneeled and connected the long end to the D-ring in her clit, leaving the pendant attached. I loved the way the chain drooped in front then turned up between her legs to her clit. The look was extremely sensual.

"Very good, slut." Silly as it may seem, I felt proud. "The thigh-highs are next." They were black in color. I thoroughly enjoyed touching her skin as I rolled them up her legs while remaining, properly, on my knees. As I smoothed out the second nylon she said, "Slut, you should be honored that your Mistress permits you to touch her skin without restriction. Many Dominas forbid skin-to-skin contact unless they have first given express permission. I enjoy your touch too much to restrict you. You need to know that since I can tell that you enjoy it, forbidding such contact will be one method of punishment I may invoke, although, I am forced to admit, I'm not sure which one of us it would affect more.

Knee high, low-heel boots, zippered on the inside, followed the nylons.

As she stood before me, I marveled at her beauty, and realized that I was glad she asked me to be her slave. I also understood that the look in her eyes said she was proud of me. I kept my legs spread as she had instructed. "I want you to know that I enjoy the view of you kneeling before me naked like this, pet. I definitely have to add some decorations to that body, though."

I felt compelled to reply, "Thank you, Mistress," because I wanted to wear some form of decoration for her.

She turned to the bed, picked up a necklace and handed it to me. It was made of several small gold disks hanging from a gold chain. I noticed an engraving on each disk but did not have time to study them, since my primary concern was putting it around her neck. Given permission to stand, she instructed me to do it from the front, which forced me to get rather close to her. My hands shook as I attempted to close the clasp. "Here, let me assist," she said as she wrapped her arms around me to pull me tight against her nearly naked body. She kissed me while I finished my assignment. That, of course made it more difficult, but I didn't mind. When I stepped back, she told me to take a close look at the necklace. Initially, all I saw were fancy designs, but, as I studied them, I could see a single letter hidden within each design. The lightly engraved letters spelled the word Mistress. I smiled at the revelation. 

Kelly went to her jewelry box again and removed a bracelet that matched her necklace except it was made with only five disks. I thought it was for her, but she ordered me to hold my arm out and put it around my wrist, locking it on with a small heart-shaped lock. Without looking, I knew the engraved letters spelled 'slave.' I was surprised when she said, "I have had this bracelet for many years, pet, waiting for the proper person to wear it."

Understanding that she was telling me, my heart skipped a beat. "Thank you for the privilege of being the first, Mistress. I will wear it with pride."

"And, hopefully, you will be the only one to ever wear it or the matching necklace." she added. "I'm sorry but you will not be wearing the necklace tonight." 

Her final item of clothing was a black, sleeveless, satin lined, suede dress. It was figure skimming, with a wide collar and a V-neck. Mid-calf length, it buttoned in front with small, cloth covered buttons. My fingers trembled again as I buttoned it for her. "Don't worry about being nervous, pet. You'll get used to dressing me." She explained that she was originally going to wear a skirt and blouse but canned that idea when she decided to wear the 'Y' chain because, "It looks nice hanging in the V-neck of this dress."

"You are next, Sam." Following Kelly's instructions, Sam opened her suitcase and placed its contents on the bed saying that Mistress Allyson had packed it and, up until this moment, she had no idea what she was going to wear. Holding up a beautiful white leather corset she commented, "I am going to need assistance with this, Miss Kelly."

[hirarandi]

"You know the drill, Sam. Get in position. The doorway between Kelly's bedroom and walk-in closet was higher than 'normal,' to conform to the ten-foot ceilings of her house. What I had not noticed before was an exercise bar positioned near the top of the doorway. Sam stood in the doorway and grabbed the bar. To do this, she had to stand on her toes. This stretched her body to the maximum, pulling on her breasts and narrowing her waist. I imagined that must have been what I looked like at Margaret's business. Kelly explained that, like mine, Sam's corset was six inches smaller than her normal waist size. Kelly ordered me to put the corset around Sam and lace it as tight as possible. When I finished Sam released her grip on the bar and turned to face me. I adored her new hourglass figure and couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Her corset had a shelf bra, like mine. I now knew what I would looked like wearing mine. This view was better than looking at one's self in a mirror.

Kelly directed me to put white thigh-high nylons and white four-inch heels on Sam, followed by a white, knit, sleeveless, shoulderless, turtleneck sweater. The high collar of the turtleneck covered her white slave collar. Lastly, she stepped into a white knit skirt that I pulled up around her waist. Dressed all in white, her appearance was enchanting. I can't say why, but the knowledge that she wasn't wearing panties seemed to make her look even more sexy.

Finally, it was my turn. Sam helped me this time. First, she pulled on a pair of white, lace top, thigh-high nylons followed by a white garter belt. Kelly said that even though the thigh-highs would stay up by themselves, she wanted me to wear the garter belt with them. I knew I should not ask about her reasoning. I stood as Sam slipped a pair of white pumps, with four-inch heels, on my feet. These were the bondage shoes I had purchased at Margaret's. Straps attached to the shoes in the back buckled around my ankles. Sam slipped small padlocks through metal rings on the outside of each strap, making it impossible to remove these shoes without the key.

Kelly went into her closet and brought out a white, chiffon halter dress that would be my only cover for the evening. I was surprised that it was full-length but did not question Kelly's reasoning. I loved it yet realized it would be the most revealing article of clothing I had ever worn; even more revealing than the one I had on earlier. It was backless to below my natural waistline. The center of the halter was cut in a "V" shape that ended at the waist of the dress. When I started to put it on, I realized that what I thought was a dress was a separate top and skirt. A crushed velvet belt, also mauve in color, encircled the waist of the skirt. The belt passed through loops sewn into the bottom edge of the top. One could wear the skirt with different blouses, and, with a belt, the top could be worn with different skirts. Sam helped me adjust the top to cover my breasts while maximizing the bare skin in between. When Sam stepped back Kelly commented, "Sam, I must say that dress looks much better on her than it does on me. She gets a lot more exposure." Kelly then permitted me to look at myself in the mirror. I gasped. Exposure was the correct word. The chiffon only covered about three quarters of my breasts. My hard nipples appeared to be trying to push their way through the material. It was obvious that I would always have to stand or sit erect. If I leaned forward, the halter would droop outward revealing most of my breasts and probably even expose my nipples. I turned and looked at the back and was surprised how sexy I looked in it. "Do you like my dress, Pet?"

"Oh, yes Mistress, I do. Thank you for permitting me to wear it."

"Originally, I planned to let you wear panties, pet, but I prefer that you feel the straps of the garters flexing against your flesh as you walk. Panties would hold them tight against your skin."

Sam spoke up, "Ah, Miss Kelly, may I interject something."

"Yes, you may, Sam."

"If you truly would like her to wear panties, Miss Kelly, I seem to remember you wearing a pair of tap pants a couple months ago. They are loose around the legs and wouldn't interfere with the garters."

"Great idea, Sam. Thanks for the suggestion." Kelly went to her lingerie drawer, pulled out the tap pants and handed them to Sam. "Here, you may have the privilege." 

I enjoyed watching Sam kneel before me while pulling the pants over my shoes and up beneath my dress. I could get used to this.

"You know where my lipsticks are, Sam. Please put a dark red shade on my pet and use a black pencil to outline it. Just for information, pet, light, flesh tones will be your normal shade, not red. You may put them on without permission. You must request any other shade."

All I could say is, "Thank you, Mistress." I knew she was taking care of me.

When we were ready to leave the bedroom, I said, "Mistress, do you really want me to go out with my collar showing. I'm not questioning your intentions if that's what you want but, as I mentioned, based on how we are dressed we, apparently, are going to an upscale place, and Sam's collar is hidden."

"Oh, damn, you're right, pet. Thank you." She opened one of her dresser drawers, pulled out a scarf and handed it to Sam who put the center of the scarf at the back of my collar, wrapped it around my neck once, tied it and dbangd the ends over my back. "Perfect," Kelly said. "If anything, that makes you look even sexier." I had a feeling this, too, was planned.

"Why, thank you, Mistress."

Allyson rang the doorbell soon after we returned to the den. As Kelly's slave, it was now my duty to always open the door. "Well, hello there, Kimmy! Aren't you the sexy looking one now?"

"Why thank you, ma'am," I replied. "You look quite ravishing yourself," adding a curtsey. She was wearing a black satin midcalf-length dress with a full skirt, nylons and heels. I was now in the mental state where I wondered if the nylons were thigh highs or held up by a garter belt. The dress appeared to be one that would have spaghetti straps, but I couldn't tell because she was also wearing a jacket, made of black velvet.

Allyson hugged me then said, "May I assume that you accepted Kelly's invitation to wear her collar until Monday?"

"You knew she was going to ask me, ma'am?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course, I knew! She told me on the phone this morning while you were still sleeping. Kelly and I have no secrets between us."

"Truthfully, I had to refuse her offer, ma'am." The look on her face was priceless. "I think Mistress Kelly would prefer to explain. My use of the word Mistress confused her, as I intended.

When we walked into the den, Kelly and Sam stood. Allyson hugged Sam then hugged and kissed Kelly; quite passionately I might add. When they broke, Allyson said to Kelly, "Kimmy just informed me that she refused to wear your collar for the weekend, Kelly. What gives? Have you lost your touch?"

"The truth is, I own her for the next month."

"A Month? On the phone you said..."

"I know, but the little bitch said she felt the first few days would be pretty rough and that might dissuade her from continuing. She thought a month would give her more time to make an informed decision."

"You're even better than I thought you would be, Kimmy," Allyson said while extending her hand towards my breast. "May I, Kelly?"

"Yes, you may, Allyson. And you never need to request permission again. As always, what's mine is yours." Allyson slipped the cloth off my left breast and cupped it in her hand, causing me to gasp from the sensation. She also tweaked my nipple before grabbing me to her and hugging me tightly. "I think it's just fantastic that you'll be with us for a month, Kimmy. I know you are going to love the lifestyle."

"Is that the dress you were telling me about, Ally?" Kelly interjected.

"Yes, it is. I picked it up from the tailor late this week."

"I haven't even had the privilege of seeing her wear it," Sam commented.

"Do we get to see all of it before we go out?" asked Kelly.

Allyson's reply was simply, "Sam!" She then turned to face away from us.

Sam had started to move towards Allyson to assist her as soon as her Mistress spoke her name. I wondered how long it would take me to understand Kelly's wishes that well.

As soon as she slipped the jacket off her mistress' shoulders, we saw that, like mine, her dress was backless. When Allyson turned around to face us again, I'm sure my chin dropped to the floor. The amazing bodice is somewhat difficult to describe. Two captive-ball rings hung from her pierced nipples. A small loop, sewn to the two corners of a panel of material, were attached to the rings. The top portion of the panel curved down slightly between her breasts. In other words, the rings were holding up the front of the dress. This exposed her nipples, nipple rings, the upper part and sides of her breasts. The panel dropped down and back slightly under her breasts to the sides of her waist. I had to admit that it was extremely sexy. I was amazed at myself. I was looking at this woman with lust in my heart.

"Damn, Allyson, that is fantastic," Kelly said. "I wish you could wear it to the restaurant just like that."

"One of these days we'll go somewhere that I can wear it without the jacket. I also have a knee length cape that goes with it, but it only covers the back."

Allyson then turned to me. "By the way, Kimmy, you may call me Allyson, unless you are ordered to be obsequious to me."

"I don't quite understand."

"I am sure your Mistress will explain very soon."

"And what should I call you then?"

"Miss Allyson will suffice."

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, then added. "Sorry, it's a habit my mother taught me when addressing older women."

"Your mother must have been a wonderful person and raised a great daughter. You may call me ma'am anytime, Kimmy, but I were you, I'd be careful whom you called 'older.' You could easily get punished."

"Oops, guess I need to apologize again!"

We all laughed. Kelly turned to me and said, "This is a good time for you to learn a couple new rules, pet." I turned to look at her. "You may continue to look at Allyson as I talk but listen closely. First, as you know, your body belongs exclusively to me. Normally no one is permitted to touch you or order you to do anything without my explicit permission." She saw my quizzical look. "Allyson and I belong to a group of women who are dominant and meet occasionally for parties with their subs. In some circles, subs would be open game, but not in our group. Each of us have agreed that one must request a Domina's permission, to touch or use a sub. This permission must be requested in the sub's presence, so there is no question what freedoms her mistress is granting. As I just told Allyson, she will always be an exception where you are concerned. We have been friends a long time and I trust her explicitly. She has unreserved privilege to use you or do anything to you in any way she wants at any time. You will consider her to be my equal whether I am present or not, and will obey her in the same manner you obey me. That is, immediately and without hesitation." I gasped again as Allyson demonstrated her privilege by pushing the other side of the halter off and pinching my nipple. Kelly continued talking, "In other words, if I am not home and Allyson comes over and orders you eat her pussy or go somewhere with her, you will obey her. You will leave me a note, or send a text, if you will not be here, though, so I know where you are and who you are with. I have the same rights and privileges with Sam. Only when I am not present or when I turn you over to her, will you address her as Mistress Allyson. Are there any questions about this?"

"No...arrgh...Mistress." That didn't come out quite right because Allyson pinched both my nipples just as I answered.

Then she dropped a little surprise. "Allyson, since Sam occasionally likes to take the role of Domina, I would also like to extend these same privileges to her whenever she is alone with my slave, or if one of us gives her control, if that is OK with you."

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"I think that is an excellent idea, Kelly. I should have thought of that myself. It will definitely work." My opinion wasn't requested, or needed, of course. In the contract I agreed to be her "personal property." I was beginning to understand what that meant. 

"Then it's settled. Kimmy, you shall treat and obey both Allyson and Sam as you would your Mistress. I already told you that I expect to be delayed arriving home at times. During your training I will not leave you alone here. I will normally ask Allyson or Sam to take my place until I get here. There is an exception to obeying her. When Sam is with either of us in a submissive role, she will normally be your equal. I say normally because there will be times when Allyson or I will order you to obey Sam even though she is being submissive to one of us. When you are submissive to Sam, you will address her as Mistress Samantha."

"Thank you, Mistress. I understand."

"I am sure you feel you should get the same privilege with Sam, but you don't. Maybe you will someday, when you are fully trained, but that will not be until long after your month is up. Besides, if the two of you happened to be alone together, it would be confusing to know who was in charge. Let's just say that Sam has seniority over you in the submissive department."

"Yes, I agree. Thank you, ma'am."

"Just don't embarrass me and forget. The consequences will be severe."

"I promise, Mistress."

"Also remember that you are only my slut, my bitch and my slave. No one else can use those names when referring to you. If they do, you must let me know."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Both Sam and Allyson know my rules for a submissive. In some cases, Allyson has different rules for Sam. If you are in their custody, they know my rules for you will take precedence. I will personally let you know anytime you are to obey one of Allyson's rules that is different. That way you should never be confused. 

"While we are on the subject of rules, I do not normally plan to restrict your speech. I am explaining this to you now, because I want Allyson and Sam to know my desire if I am not around. You are free to say and ask anything you desire at any time, except that you shall not interrupt while one of us is talking unless the building is burning down and you are the only one who knows it. After all that is common courtesy. This will assist you in learning more about being a submissive during your training. 

"There will be times, however that I will forbid any talking. You will know when because I will give you an order with two simple words. "Silence and a slave name or a reference to your status. For example, if I say, 'Silence, slut,' you must not say anything, starting immediately, and I stress anything, unless you are answering a direct question from your Mistress and only your Mistress. The one exception is that you may ask for permission to speak. However, you must wait until permission is granted before saying anything else. In other words, if I invoke this rule of silence on you and someone asks you a question, you will first ask me for permission to answer. This applies no matter where we are or who might hear you ask for permission. Allyson or Sam have my permission to invoke this rule if they find it necessary, but only for a specific reason and for a specific period of time. Do you have any questions about this rule?"

"No, Mistress, I fully understand." Just then Allyson took one of my nipples between her lips and started sucking. "Oh, gawd!" I exclaimed.

"Allyson, quit that right now and cover my slut's tits or we will never make it to the restaurant. And just for the record, Kimberly, even an outburst like that would be forbidden had I ordered silence."

We all chuckled and headed for the door. When I mentioned that I forgot my purse, Kelly looked at me sternly and said, "Did I give you a purse, Kimberly?"

"No, ma'am, you didn't."

"Do you think your Mistress would have given you one if she thought you needed it?"

Feeling rebuked, I answered, "Yes, Mistress, she would have." No additional commentary was necessary.

Allyson's car was a red XK8 Jaguar Convertible and the top was down. I was impressed. Kelly and I sat in the back and held hands. "This is quite a car. May I ask what Allyson's occupation is, ma'am? She obviously couldn't buy this with the money she makes tending bar." I whispered to Kelly.

"You are correct, pet. Working at Lisa's is one of her avocations. She only works there a couple nights a week when a substitute is needed. Her degree is in Computer Science. She teaches full time and does private consulting work on the side. You two have a lot in common. She is also a partner in a business venture unrelated to computers." I was impressed.

To my disappointment, the drive to the restaurant was too short, about half an hour. I felt warm, comfortable and wanted when Kelly put her arm around me and pulled me close. I rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes to think about what the future might have in store for me and us. A little more than twenty-four hours ago, I was a one-man woman without a man. Was I now a one-woman woman, owned and maybe in love? It couldn't be possible.

I recognized the name of the restaurant, "The Abbey", as soon as we pulled into the parking lot. I had asked about good local restaurants my first day with my new client and was told that it was the best restaurant in the area, although I had not tried it because it was outside of town. When I remarked that the gray stone building looked quite old, Kelly replied that I was quite observant. Built about one hundred fifty years ago, its name was appropriate because its previous residents were an order of Carmelite nuns that never ventured into the outside world. It had been empty for several years until the current owners purchased it and turned it into a high-class restaurant.

The interior was as elegant and as grand as I felt: excellent décor, antique chandeliers, tablecloths that alternated with white linen and black linen. Black linen napkins were on the white tablecloths and white linin ones on the black tablecloths. All were rolled in silver plated napkin ring. Candles and fresh flowers adorned every table. Male and female servers wore tuxedos. There was just too much to describe. My eyes couldn't stop looking around. I knew the prices would match the décor. I was glad Kelly didn't let me bring my purse. But, then, she kept my credit card.

We were escorted to a small room containing one table that could seat six people. I noticed that similar rooms lined the other three sides of the main dining room. I assumed the rooms had been either prayer rooms or even the living quarters for the nuns, which would have been austere. None of the rooms had doors, but a curtain could be pulled over the open end if the patrons desired more privacy. Allyson recommended that Kelly and I sit on the two seats along the inside wall so we could have a clear view of the dining room. Allyson sat at the end to my right and Sam the end to Kelly's left. The remaining two seats, which backed up to the opening, remained empty. I felt a little giddy and decided to play my role by holding Kelly's chair as she sat down. She smiled and said, "Why thank you, pet. That was very considerate of you."

"You're most welcome, Mistress" then added, "I just assumed it is one of the many duties of your slave." Kelly puckered her lips as if throwing me a kiss. As I sat, she reminded me to not wrinkle my skirt by sitting on it. I gave her a quizzical look. She couldn't be serious. I was wearing a full-length dress. "Oh, well, an order is an order." I started to pull the dress up.

Kelly, laughing, stopped me. "That's OK, slut. I know that dress is too long. I was just testing your obedience quotient."

"Did I pass, Mistress?"

"With flying colors, little one." Then she whispered to me, "But I do want you to pull it up enough to expose your knees once we sit, pet."

Allyson ordered a bottle of Martini and Rossi Asti Spumante as we perused the menus. I recognized it as an excellent brand of sparkling wine and asked what the occasion was. "For the same reason we are dining in all this luxury tonight, Kimmy: to celebrate your submission," she answered. I smiled. "I know that Asti Spumante might not be an expensive champagne, but it is one of my favorites, and I think quite apropos for the occasion."

After a few moments Kelly said, "Well, pet, which dishes look good to you." I named three that I might order. "You may put your menu down now," she said.

When the server returned, she ordered first then gave "her companion's" order to him. He took the order in stride as though it was a normal occurrence for one woman to order for another. At least she had asked for some opinions first, although she hadn't asked which one I preferred. I didn't miss the fact that Sam ordered her own meal.

The Asti Spumante arrived, and a glass was poured for each of us. Allyson stood and proposed a toast. "Kelly and I have known one another since we met in college many years ago. In the interest of propriety, the exact number of years shall remain unspoken. I think I can say, without a doubt, that she is my best friend, and I hope the feeling is mutual." Kelly affirmed her comment and Allyson continued, "She has always been a happy person, but I don't think I've ever noticed the amount of joy in her voice that I heard when she called me this morning. Kelly, I hope you don't mind that I am revealing this to our two slaves, since Kimmy is wearing your collar. Her exact words, Kimmy, were, 'Oh, thank you for sending her over to me last night, Ally. She is so perfect. I hope I get to keep her. "I was absolutely flabbergasted at this revelation. Kelly slid her hand over to grasp mine and squeezed. "So, my toast is, 'May you both have as wonderful a relationship, as friends and as Mistress and slave, that Sam and I have.'" She held her glass to the center of the table and exclaimed, "To you both. Be happy, be kind to one another and enjoy one another to the fullest." I had a tear in my eye as I looked at Kelly and touched my glass to the other three. Suddenly, for one of the few times in my life, I truly felt wanted, AND loved.

For the rest of the meal I learned additional facts about the three of them individually and their wonderful relationship. I also told Allyson and Sam about my background and revealed many of my little secrets. Allyson was surprised that my career was in IT and said that we would have to discuss our careers in detail someday soon. Even with all the personal revelations, I did get the feeling that they were withholding some information from me. Facts I figured that I would learn when I had acquired 'the need-to-know.'

Thinking about Allyson's comment, that she had known Kelly since college, I said, "Mistress Kelly told me that she was a sub to someone during spring break in college. Were you..."

Allyson cut me off, "You very are sharp, Kimmy. Yes, she was my sub. I'm sure Kelly will tell you more about that time in our lives when she is ready." That helped draw some loose ends together. 

At one point in our discussions, Allyson said, "You look nice in a dress, Kelly. I haven't seen you wear one in quite a while."

"You'll probably be seeing me in skirts or dresses often now, except in class that is.

"And may I ask why." Because of the looks on their respective faces, I was sure that Allyson knew exactly why, but asked anyhow, either just to hear her say it, or maybe so I would hear the reason.

"As you know so well, Allyson, I get horny quite easily. I don't want my slave to waste time removing slacks or jeans when she worships her Mistress' Shrine." Everyone laughed at this remark, including me. I had never heard that term, but there was no question as to where her "Shrine" was located. I was ready to worship whenever and wherever she ordered me to do it.

As if knowing my thoughts, Kelly placed her hand on my nylon covered knee and slid it up the inside of my leg and until it contacted the bare flesh north of the nylons. I sighed and whispered, "Ummm, that feels good, Mistress." A couple minutes later, she slipped her fingers under the loose leg of the tap pants and touched my clit. I gasped from the pleasure.

"I'm glad Sam remembered the tap pants, pet. I like them and the loose leg lets me have relatively free access to my cunt." I whispered that I would have gladly removed them if there had been any problem. I was "felt up" several more times during our meal, which was just enough to keep my internal temperature high. Yes. being loved was a wonderful feeling.

Near the end of the meal, Kelly took my hand in hers again and looked intently into my eyes. So, all could hear, she said, "Kimmy, I said that there would be times that I would be humiliating and embarrassing you in public. I would like to start tonight. Do you mind?"

"If I said that I do mind, will you still continue with whatever you have planned?"

"No, I won't. This is your night. I don't want to push you too fast."

"Then I have to make a decision about whether I want to be humiliated or not."

"That is correct, pet."

[hirarandi]

I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it softly. "Mistress, you know that my knowledge of D&s is extremely limited, but I am sure it is not a slave's place to question her Mistress. I now feel I must, however. Please forgive me if I am out of line, but during our Q&A when you were trying to give me reasons that I should continue to wear your collar, I remember that you said one of the benefits of submitting to you is that I would not have to make any decision outside of work. Yet this is the second time today you have asked me to make a decision. I don't understand."

" I just think since this is your first day, it is a little early in your training for what I have in mind, and I feel it is best that you agree."

"Mistress, according to our agreement we signed this morning, is your slave permitted to make decisions on her own or not?"

"Well, when you put it that way, no she isn't."

"Then your question is not for your slave to answer, Mistress. You must decide for her and she will have to accept and like whatever you decide. I am sure that my Mistress will recognize my limits and not exceed them. My answer to your question is that I accept whatever my Mistress desires for me."

"Damn, girl, I should punish you for insolence, but I can't because you are correct." Kelly replied.

"Oh, gawd, Kimmy, you're so precious. It is no wonder Kelly wants to keep you," Allyson interjected.

Kelly stared into my eyes for a long time before asking, "You'll make me proud of you, no matter what I tell you to do, won't you, pet?"

"I can only promise to try to do my best, Mistress," I replied while hoping that will be true, "and if I don't, I expect to be punished."

"Allyson, it's getting a little close in here. I think we should partake of dessert at Lisa's."

"I think that is a wonderful idea, Kelly. Dinner is on me. You may buy dessert." 

"May I use the restroom before we go, Mistress Allyson?" asked Sam.

"Yes, you may, dear."

"May I go with her, Mistress Kelly?"

"Yes, but you may only accompany her there, pet."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I walked with Sam to the restroom. Once there, knowing what I intended, Sam waited a few seconds and watched me open the door to a stall. "Ah, Kimmy, I don't think I would do that if I were you."

"You must think I'm going to masturbate or something. Well, I'm not. I'm just need to pee."

"I know that, and so does Kelly. She knows that is why you asked to come with me. Please trust me, Kimmy. I've been doing this a long time now and I've learned to listen closely to what Allyson and Kelly say. You will too. You will also learn to be more specific in your requests." She then explained, "I asked for permission to use the restroom. 'Use the restroom is a phrase' we use to mean I need to pee. We don't like to use that word in public. You simply asked if you could come with me. In reply Kelly stated you could only accompany me. I think you missed the word 'only' when she used it. I didn't. That means you cannot use the facilities. You cannot even wash your hands while you are here. I can almost guarantee she will question you when you return."

"Oh, shit."

"Can't do that either, Kimmy," she chuckled.

"What should I do then? I have to pee."

"You should go back and clarify your request."

"Ok, but I'll wait for you to finish."

"Sounds like a bad decision, love, but it's your bladder that needs emptied."

When we returned, I said to Kelly, "Mistress, when I got to the restroom, I realized that I had not specifically asked for permission to use the facilities."

"And just how did you come to this conclusion, pet?"

"Truthfully, Mistress, Sam brought it to my attention."

"And what did you do."

"Nothing, Mistress, I simply waited for Sam to finish."

"You can thank Sam for saving your ass." I looked over at Sam and mouthed a 'thank you.' "I will give you a chance to thank her properly later."

"Mistress, may I use the restroom now?"

"The word 'use' has many connotations, pet. Are you requesting permission to pee?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am."

"You do not have my permission, pet. It's time to leave. You're just going to have to hold it. Allyson took care of the check while you two were absent."

We arrived at Lisa's Hideaway about eight forty-five. There was a sign on the door to that said they apologize that no reservations would be scheduled after eight PM because of a private party. I commented on it and Allyson said, "Don't worry, Kimmy, since Sam and I work here part time, we have an 'in' with the owner." Little did I know the full extent of their "in." "Besides," she continued, "we are throwing the party." I didn't know about any party. How long were they going to keep me in the dark?

I don't think I mentioned that Lisa's restaurant area held about twelve to fifteen tables and booths. Then there were the seats at the bar and, of course the dance floor and the band stage. It appeared to be nearly full when we entered.

Kelly asked Rebecca, the hostess, how things were going. I thought the conversation that ensued was somewhat strange.

"Not bad, Kelly. We've been full nearly all evening."

"Did you have to refuse many reservations tonight because of the meeting?"

"No. I think most of our regulars know that we close early the first Saturday of the month for our private party, so they book early." 

"How many are here for the meeting?"

"Thirty-six including the four of you, made reservations. All are here except six."

"Thanks, Becca. Please let me know when the last the non-members have departed."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now I wondered what she meant by members and non-members."

Kelly leaned over and whispered something into Rebecca's ear. Rebecca then said, "Oh wow! Fantastic! I was hoping things would work out. I let everyone know that it was a possibility. An initiation always makes the meeting more interesting, and we haven't had one in a long time." 

We sat at the same table Kelly and I had occupied the previous evening. Tonight it had a "Reserved" card on it. Once again, I held her chair as she sat down. Before I sat, I requested permission to pee.

"Permission denied, pet."

"But Mistress, I really do need to." She just stared at me.

"May I ask you a question, Mistress?"

"You may as long as it isn't impertinent again, pet."

"Would you have permitted me to use the restroom at The Abbey had I asked properly the first time?

"No," she answered smiling.

"Oh," I replied. "And you probably let me accompany Sam because you knew that she would not let me go since I didn't have permission."

"I did make that assumption, pet. I am pleased she came through for me."

[hirarandi]

As our waitress approached the table, Kelly greeted her by name. Cheryl was wearing a costume just like Sam had worn on Friday. She stood beside Kelly and asked, "What can I get you tonight, boss?" I looked right at Kelly and she was shaking her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought she belonged to you," Cheryl apologized, gesturing towards me.

"She does, Cheryl, but you know I don't like that title. I prefer Mistress when I am with a sub."

As an apology to the table, Cheryl chuckled and said, "That's a bad habit of mine. I call all the Dominas boss.'" Her flushed skin and face were an immediate indicator that her comment had, for some reason, embarrassed her.

Replying to Cheryl's first question, Kelly said, "Kimmy and I are going to share an extra-large slice of cheesecake covered by two shots of amaretto, but I'd like to have it served a little later. Oh, we'll only need one fork." I smiled at this comment, remembering how she had fed me the previous evening.

"Anything to drink?"

"Wine for both of us and you can bring it now." Allyson ordered the same for the two of them. I commented that they didn't specify what kind of wine they wanted.

"We come here so often, pet, that all the waitresses know our tastes and don't have to ask."

We probably had been talking for half an hour when Rebecca approached Kelly and said, "The last of the non-members have left, Kelly. The remaining six members have arrived, and the front door is locked."

"Great, Becca. Have everyone get ready for the meeting and the initiation. Tell Cheryl that we are ready for the cheesecake."

I'm not THAT naïve. I knew there was something strange going on, and, because of our discussion at The Abbey about humiliating and embarrassing me, that something somehow included me. She hadn't done anything towards that end, yet.

Well, maybe I am THAT naïve. I started analyzing the words that had been bantered about: Members; non-members; initiation. Hmmm! All the non-members have left, Kelly. But I'm not a member of whatever it is. Initiation... You need to be initiated to be a member... Oh, shit..

[hirarandi]

Cheryl sat the cheesecake, fork, and another glass of wine on the table. Kelly asked me to stand up for a second. "Cheryl, would you please move Kim's chair to another table? She won't be needing it any more tonight." Kelly turned her chair so she was facing me. "Pull your dress above your knees and Kneel, pet." 

I got in position and clasped my hands behind my back. "It's time to expose your true colors to the world, Kimmy," Kelly commented as she removed the scarf from around my neck and handed it to Allyson who tied it around my wrists.

"Your first test of your willingness to obey me, little one begins now. Please try not to embarrass your Mistress."

"I will do my best, ma'am." I noticed that the noise level in the restaurant suddenly became silence. Everyone was listening to us.

"I am sure that you know that Allyson did not bind your wrists tightly, Kimmy. The scarf is only meant to be symbolic, showing your willingness to be mine. Promise me you won't try to remove it and will let me know if it becomes loose."

"I promise, Mistress."

Kelly cut a portion of cheesecake and offered it to my lips. I opened my mouth, but she did not move the fork until I stuck out my tongue to receive the morsel. She ate the next piece, then we each ate another piece before Kelly offered me a sip of wine from her glass. I had the distinct feeling that every eye in the restaurant was on me but knew enough not to turn my head one inch to look. I just kept staring into the eyes of my Mistress. Strangely, I didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, I felt somewhat hedonistic to be doing this for Kelly. If this was her way of humiliating me, I liked it.

When I watched her cut the next bite, I assumed it was my turn. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to accept it. "Oh, my little pet thinks she is going to get this piece. Well, shame on her for assuming." Then staring directly into my eyes, she added, "I want you to remain that way until I feed you again." I felt somewhat silly kneeling there with my mouth wide open, and tongue out but that is exactly what she wanted. My Mistress caught me off-guard again with her next move. She made a big scene by putting the piece of cheesecake onto the end of her tongue, stuck out as far as it could go, before slowly drawing it back into her mouth. Once her lips were closed, she loudly went "Ummmm," as an indication of how good it tasted. A smile accompanied this verbal gesture. Then she leaned forward and shoved her tongue and the piece of cheesecake into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she completed her act with a passionate kiss.

We finished eating the cheesecake the same way that we had started: one bite for me and one for her. When it was gone, Kelly surprised me again (I now realized that there probably would be many more surprises this night) by placing the empty plate on the floor beside her foot. "We can't let all that amaretto and crumbles of cheesecake go to waste. Clean your plate, pet."

It would have been an easy task if I had the use of my hands. I imagine that it's not terribly difficult to touch one's nose to the floor while kneeling with hands clasped behind one's back, but to hold your head a few inches above the floor and perform a task like licking a plate takes great agility and work. I was glad I exercised regularly to keep myself somewhat limber and in shape. Aerobics helped my flexibility. It took a couple attempts but I finally spread my legs wide enough that I could stabilize my body while leaning forward.

I could hear sounds created by chairs scbanging on the floor and the movement of people. They were getting closer to for a better look. I was now the sole focus of attention in the room. I also realized that my tits were hanging down, pushing at the front of my halter. While they might still be covered in front, they were very exposed on the sides. A narcissistic feeling surged through me and I decided that I was going to make Kelly proud of her pet. Since she had ordered two shots of amaretto, there was an excessive amount of liquid, mixed with crumbles of cheesecake, still on the plate. I licked the plate just like a kitten and cleaned it completely before rising back to a kneeling position.

"Not bad, pet, but you missed a spot."

I looked down at the plate but could not see anything. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but I do not see anything left on the plate."

"If your Mistress says you missed a spot, then you missed a spot, pet." She leaned down and pointed to an invisible piece of cheesecake. "It's right there."

Chagrined, I replied, "I apologize, Mistress. Your pet obviously was not looking close enough." I leaned down again and licked the area where she had pointed.

Since I was not always able to simply lick the plate with my tongue, my nose, lips and chin were now coated with the amaretto. Back in a kneeling position I said, "Mistress, I fear your pet was a little sloppy in her eating habits. It appears her face is somewhat smeared. May she have a napkin to clean it?"

"Absolutely not! I already said we cannot waste the amaretto." My embarrassment changed to pleasure when she used her tongue to clean my face.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You are most welcome, pet. She pulled the scarf from my wrists. You may rest now." I placed my hands on my legs palms up as I had been taught. Something caught my eye near Allyson, and I turned my head slightly to see what it was.

Kelly barked at me. "Pet, when I am working you, you will look at me and nothing else. You will not move your eyes up, down, left or right. You will give me your undivided attention. I don't care where we are or how many people are around us. You will stare directly into my eyes. Even if we are in the center of the Mall with a thousand people watching, you will act like the only person present is your Mistress. No one else is important at that moment in your life, therefore no one else exists. I know this rule is new to you, but you should have been able to assume it."

"I'm sorry Mistress."

"Just don't let it happen again. Now tell me, what diverted your attention, anyhow?"

"Allyson, ma'am. She removed her jacket."

"That probably would have grabbed my attention, too. Which do you like better, slut, the dress or her breasts?"

"The dress, ma'am."

"What? You don't like Allyson's breasts? I'm sure she will be disappointed."

"Oh, no, ma'am, I like her breasts very much. It's just that dress is one of the sexiest things I had ever seen."

"Well right now I want to look at MY tits. Drop your halter, pet."

"Ma'am?"

"I thought my order was clear. It's really a simple task for a simple mind. Your halter is tied in a bow behind your neck. Untie it and leave it fall. I want to see my tits, and I am sure my friends do, too."

Somewhat unnerved by her tone and two straight rebukes, my hands shook as I loosened the bow behind my neck and kept the ends in my hands as I returned them to my thighs. Kelly leaned forward, placed her hands under my breasts and raised them slightly. "Who do these beautiful tits belong to, pet."

"They are yours, Mistress."

She pinched my nipples making me wince. "These are mine, too, correct."

"My Mistress is never wrong."

"Open your belt and remove the halter." I folded the material and placed it in her outstretched hand. "Now, buckle the belt again." She waited for me to finish then said, "Go to the bar and order another glass of wine for your Mistress."

"OK, she said she was going to embarrass and humiliate me," I thought as I walked across the floor, my breasts bouncing freely. "Well, she is beginning to do an excellent job. Now I am embarrassed. I can't imagine what form the humiliation will take. Well, maybe I'm a little humiliated, too." This time I wasn't sure I liked it. My face felt like it was glowing bright red. Jennifer was already waiting with a glass of wine. She placed it on a tray and handed the tray to me. "Do you know how to serve your Mistress properly, Kimmy?"

"Gawd! How does everyone know my slave name?" I wondered. "Ah, no, ma'am, I probably don't. Can you possibly advise me? Somehow I feel I should not screw this up."

"You should kneel first then hold the tray out in front of you. When she accepts the wine, ask for permission to return the tray."

"Thank you, Jennifer."

"Just part of the famous service we provide here at Lisa's, Kimmy. Good luck!"

[hirarandi]

I returned to Kelly and did what Jennifer recommended. Instead of giving me permission to return the tray, however, Kelly asked me if I still needed to pee.

"Yes, Mistress, I do."

"Can you continue to hold it?"

"Not much longer, Mistress."

"Why haven't you said something?"

"I did, Mistress, when we arrived here, but you wouldn't give me permission. I assumed you wouldn't want me bothering you about it and assumed that since you were aware of my need, you would advise me when you felt it was time. I'm sorry for not asking again, Mistress."

"Don't lament about it, pet. Your supposition was correct. That is why I just inquired about your need. My question was meant to determine your thought patterns within our Mistress/slave relationship. I must say that you do think submissively. I did assume if you were close to peeing your pants, you would have the common sense to inform me. Now, give me the tray and stand." I stood, spread my feet about a foot apart and clasped my hands behind my back. "Very good pet. Now, present!"

When I attained position she said, "See how nicely my tits are offered to me when you stand like that."

I glanced down and smiled. "Yes, ma'am I do."

"OK, pet, remove your skirt, fold it and place it on this tray." I stared directly into her eyes while I opened the belt, slipped my fingers into the waistband of the skirt and pushed down. Thirty seconds later, it was on the tray. "Excellent, pet. Now kneel." Thankfully, she is letting me retain some of my modesty. I now understood why she initially said that she wanted me to wear panties. I must remember to thank Sam for suggesting the tap pants.

"I am about to command you to silence. It is very important that you not forget what that means. Would you like me to refresh your memory?"

"Yes, ma'am, that might be helpful, so your slave does not embarrass you."

"When you are commanded to silence you are forbidden to speak unless you are answering a question posed to you by your Mistress and no one else. I didn't mention this before, but you may talk when you are delivering a message from your Mistress to someone else. Just remember to deliver that specific message and say nothing else. There is a similar command you shall now learn. One word may be added to the command and that word is 'total.' When I command you to total silence, you are not even permitted to request permission to speak. However, you must still answer your Mistress' questions, and deliver her messages. Either command remains in effect until I say the words 'you are permitted to speak again.' Only your Mistress can permit you to speak again. Be very careful and fully engage your brain before you open your mouth. Sometimes periods of silence are like the game of 'Simon Says.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Then, I command you to total silence."

"What is your name?"

"Kimmy, slut, pet, or anything else my Mistress wishes to call me."

"Tell me the name of Allyson's slave." It was not a question. I remained silent.

"Tell Allyson that I think her dress is beautiful."

" Miss Allyson, my Mistress said to tell you that she thinks your dress is beautiful."

"Ok, I am satisfied you know how to conduct yourself properly in a mode of total silence." She placed a folded piece of paper on top of the skirt and said, "Return the tray to Jennifer and tell her that Mistress Kelly said that her slave needs to pee. Also tell her that this note is for her. You will then follow her directions without hesitation as though they were mine."

Luckily, I did engage my brain as she suggested, because I almost automatically said, "Yes, Mistress." Kelly smiled when I opened my mouth to respond then remained silent.

Once again, I was required to cross the floor in front of this group of women. This time wearing nothing but the tap pants, garter belt, nylons and heels. My cheeks were on fire, reflecting my total embarrassment.

When I repeated Kelly's statements telling her that I needed to pee and about the note, Jennifer picked up the paper, read it, then looked at me with a wide grin and said, "Well, I am glad Kelly finally caught someone she might keep. That must be you. Am I correct?" She already knew the answer because she had called me Kimmy. I figured she might be testing me. Maybe that was what Kelly wrote on the note. I wasn't sure if I could make non-verbal replies like shaking my head, so, in addition to not speaking, I remained motionless. "Oh, shit, she's commanded you to total silence. This should be fun."

"Here's the situation, Kimmy. You now belong to me until I return you to Kelly or she tells me to release you. It will be over soon, so don't worry, dear." Something immediately bothered me when she left for a couple minutes and returned with a low sided plastic tray filled with some granular substance and set it on the bar. I knew it meant trouble for me but couldn't put my finger on the reason. Then she said, "There is a spittoon on the floor beside you. "I looked around and felt a little silly because I didn't know what a spittoon was. I had heard the word used but had never seen one. Jennifer must have recognized my confusion because she whispered, "It's the brass vase," and laughed. "They are called spittoons because they used to be placed in bars and barbershops for callous men to spit into when they were chewing on a wad of tobacco. We keep them here because they are nice decorations and because they come in handy for other things."

I watched closely as she took the piece of note paper, ripped it in half and wrote the number one on the back of one half and the number two on the other. She then folded the papers, put them in a cup, shook the cup and dumped the two pieces onto the bar. "OK, here's the deal, Kimmy. Using a simple lottery system, you get to select the receptacle you will use." My eyes must have looked as large as golf balls because I finally knew what was going to happen. Jennifer ignored my sense of fright and continued, "You will point to one of these two receptacles to designate your choice for number one. The other will be number two. You will then pick up one of these pieces of paper. The number on that piece will determine the receptacle you shall use to relieve yourself."

I pointed to the spittoon and Jennifer loudly announced, "Ladies, the spittoon has been designated as door number one, so Tabby's litter box will be door number two." A loud roar came from behind me, as Jennifer whispered, "Tabby is our cat, but she won't mind if you use her litter box."

"Oh, damn," I thought. "I'm not sure I can do this." I sensed all the blood in my body rushing to my head.

"Don't worry, Kimmy. Everyone here is your friend tonight, even though you haven't met most of them yet."

Jennifer turned and rang a brass bell hanging on the wall behind her. "Quiet everyone. Kimmy is about to learn which door she will open for her new experience." I picked up one piece of paper and handed it to Jennifer. "Oh, no, love. It's your show; you get to open the door. My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped the slip as I unfolded it and handed it to Jennifer. "Ladies, I am pleased to announce that she picked number two. Kimmy needs to pee. What do you say?" The room erupted into a cacophony of noise as my audience chanted various things, clapped their hands, and stamped their feet. What I could hear the most above the roar was a continuous "Go! Go! Go! Go!" Even I had to smile.

I was confused about the next step, but Jennifer wasn't. She rounded the bar and clipped a chain leash to my collar. "Kimmy, you're not going to like this, but you can't do this while wearing those panties. Lay them on the tray with your skirt."

I wanted to turn the clock back about twelve hours and tell Kelly to take her contract and shove it. There was no way that the contract I signed would be considered legal. No one can own a slave in the United States. I can just go over to Kelly, tell her to go to hell and walk out. A tug on my leash literally pulled me out of my reverie. "Remove your panties, Kimmy, pick up the litter box and come with me." Now wearing only a garter belt, nylons, shoes and collar, and carrying the litter-filled container, I followed my guide to my destiny. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, they did. I thought we would be going to the restroom. Everyone would know what I was doing, but Jennifer would be the only one watching me. Gawd, talk about being naïve! Jennifer became my executioner when she stopped in the center of the dance floor and told me to set the litter box down.

I hadn't realized it, but my audience was quickly moving closer. I didn't really notice until they started to form a semicircle in front of us. "Kimmy, dear, your Mistress has given you permission to pee. Since you are her pet, it is appropriate that the door you selected led directly to the litter box. Now you shall pee like a pet." I felt as if I were slowly sinking into a dark abyss.

Kelly's voice brought me back to reality. "Squat over your litter box, my darling, and let it flow."

Talk about humiliation. I thought that nothing could be worse than this. How the fuck could Kelly say she loved me then put me on display, essentially naked, in front of all these women and expect me to pee. At the same time, something inside me wanted to show her I could do it. What a paradoxical emotion. Facing my audience, I put my feet outside the litter box, lowered my hips so that I was in a squatting position, put my hands over my knees with my legs spread wide leaned forward a little and tried to pee. It just wouldn't come. I was too embarrassed AND humiliated.

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Recognizing my problem, Kelly knelt beside me and whispered sotto voce. "It's OK, little one. Just relax and you will be able to do it. Attempting to "relax" me, she put her hand on my chest just under my breasts and started rubbing in a circle down to my abdomen and back up again. Her other hand stroked my bare ass. "Come on love," she coaxed. "Let it flow. Let everyone watch you pee in your litter box like the good little pet that you are." Her fingers touched my cunt and I moaned out loud. "See, you are enjoying all of this even though you think you aren't. Come on, pet, let loose. Let it flow." She kept talking to me softly while stroking my back, breasts, abdomen and ass. Her attention was mesmerizing. I didn't realize that she was taking my thoughts away from the humiliating fact that I was being watched by nearly forty women.

It worked. I heard a groan of relief that seemed to come from far, far away, but originated in my own throat, as a small dribble of warm liquid started to drop onto the cat litter. I knew because I had dropped my head to look between my legs. The dribble quickly changed to a steady stream, and then to a gusher of yellow urine. Kelly continued to stroke me with words. "That's it, my beautiful, wonderful pet. I knew you could do it. Pee for your Mistress. Let it all out and you will feel much better." As my bladder emptied, the stream gradually subsided. Kelly slipped her hand between my legs and caught some of the urine. Just as I concluded the most embarrassing moment in my whole life, she presented the wet hand to my lips. With no hesitation her pet kitten's tongue lapped at the warm, salty liquid as if it were nectar from the gods.

I suddenly felt emotionally exhausted and drained and didn't want to move when I heard Kelly say, "Yes, Sam, please. Dry her off." I remained perfectly still while Sam wiped the splatters of urine from the insides of my legs and nylons with a small towel. I nearly had an orgasm when she drew the towel across my cunt.

Kelly helped me to stand, took me into her arms, and kissed me lightly. I started to say something when she pressed her finger to my lips. "Shhhh!" she whispered, "You're new at this pet, so I will help you through the first time, but don't forget you have been commanded to total silence. If you say anything it will disrupt the seraphic state of mind that is required in order to enter the subspace we are seeking for you." She kissed me again. This time was with much more passion. I trembled as I clung to her. She grasped my bare ass, pulling me tightly into her. I laid my head on her shoulder and enjoyed the feel of her stroking my back and my ass, not caring that we were being watched and that I was, essentially, naked. She whispered to me again, "Don't worry, my darling. You are doing great. Just don't forget that I love you, no matter what happens tonight."

When my trembling subsided, somewhat, a few minutes later, she stepped back and said, "One thing that Tabby doesn't have to do is empty her own litter box, but my pet must empty it, because Tabby will want fresh litter. The dumpster is out the back door and across the alley, Kimmy. Sam will walk to the door with you, but you must go outside by yourself. You are now under Sam's control."

"No!" I thought, "She didn't say I could put my clothes back on. How can she expect me to go outside while I'm naked? She just wants to see if I will break silence and ask. I'll wait her out." Then I thought of something. I gestured by swiping my hands over the front of my body from my breasts to hips.

"Nice try, pet. Quit stalling. We don't have time for you to put your clothes on. Besides, it's dark out there. No one will see you. Get your ass moving and dump the tray. Do it NOW!"

"Gawd," I thought, "One minute she is being loving and kind and the next she is being a real bitch. And I'm trying to do my best for her." I picked up the tray and followed Sam to the door. I carefully looked around before I stepped out and realized it had started raining. I also saw that, while it might be night, a bright streetlight, standing next to the dumpster, bathed the alley. It was a normal alley but right at that moment, to me it looked like it was a mile wide. I ran over to the dumpster as fast as I could in my heels, raised the heavy lid with one hand and poured the litter in.

To paraphrase an old adage, I was so concerned about being naked outside, I almost forgot to stop and smell the flowers. I was going to run back across the alley, but the warm summer rain felt so good on my body, I decided to take my time. I looked up into the sky and let the drops fall on my face. Holding the now empty tray in one hand, I spread my arms wide and started to turn around as if I were dancing. "This must be how a nudist feels," I thought. It felt good. A dreamlike, almost surreal feeling swept over me. I wondered if this was part of the 'subspace' Kelly had mentioned. I was quickly awakened from my revelry when I saw the lights of a car that had just turned into the alley. I made a mad dash past Sam and into the open doorway.

Sam and I both started laughing. "You really are one crazy bitch, Kimberly Ann." She knew my middle name. I guess nothing is secret between the 'three musketeers' as I decided to refer to them in my mind. Grabbing my hand, she said, "Come with me, dear. We have to get you ready." 'Ready for what?' I wondered but wasn't permitted to ask. That was probably one of the reasons for the "total silence" command that been invoked. Sam took me into what appeared to be an office where she used a towel to dry me off. I lapped up the attention.

She built me up then knocked me back down when she handed me a large bag. "Fill the box with some clean litter, take it back out to Jennifer then return to me." I was in a daze while crossing to the bar and returning to the office. Every eye in the place followed me in both directions. The only sound in the whole place was the tapping of my heels on the hardwood floor. To quote an old saying, "The silence was deafening."

Back in the office, Sam asked if that was my first time being naked while outside. "It was and I am glad it is dark, but that car approaching scared the crap out of me."

"Did it excite you to almost get caught?" I hesitated a moment, then had to admit that it did, but only after I was safely back in the building.

"I'm naked at home so much, clothes sometimes feel a little confining, especially when I'm working someone, which I don't get to do very often. since I am Allyson's sub. Would you please help me remove my sweater and skirt, Kimmy?"

Of course, I was more than pleased to assist her. In less than a minute she was standing before me in nothing but her collar, corset, nylons and heels. Once again, I found myself looking at a woman with lust in my heart, wondering how I never had this feeling before. Sam obviously felt the same because she put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips to hers. We pressed our bodies together and kissed. Tongues invaded mouths and danced together. It just felt so good. When we broke, she said, "Don't worry, Kelly won't mind. As she said, there is absolutely no jealousy between the three of us, and I have her permission as well as Mistress Allyson's. You will need to tell Kelly, though. I always must give Mistress Allyson all the details about anything that happens between Kelly and me. I hope we can give you good reason so that you will never be jealous of us where Kelly is concerned." I started to tell her that I already knew I wouldn't be, but as soon as I started to say, "Sa..." she silenced me. "Don't say a word, Kimmy. Any command of silence is universal until lifted, and I will have to tell your Mistress if you break it. I just want you to know that I've wanted to kiss you like that all day. I hope that is just a beginning for us.

"Come on, I have to get you prepared. Those women out there won't wait all night. Stand and present." I knew my obedience level was increasing when I automatically spread my legs and interlaced my fingers behind my neck. Sam opened a desk drawer, picked up a key, and removed the padlocks on my shoes, then removed the shoes, but not the garter belt and nylons. The strangeness of this day and evening was increasing by the minute. I stood before Sam nearly naked, and still wearing the ever-present collar. She opened another drawer, removed two sets of leather, fleece-lined cuffs, pulled my arms down from the 'present' position, and quickly locked two cuffs around my wrists, just above my new 'slave' bracelet. The other set went around my nylon-covered ankles. Finally, she locked the wrist cuffs together.

I was told to lie on top of the desk, which was empty except for a large desk calendar. She grasped my hips and pulled until they were at the edge. It didn't take long to find out what she had in mind. She raised my legs, put them over her shoulders and started licking my blood engorged cunt. I cannot explain how good her tongue felt on my flesh. I moaned deeply when she started slipping her tongue in and out of my hot tunnel. Then came a feeling I had never experienced before that same afternoon at Kelly's. She pushed my legs against my chest and started running her tongue over my anal flower. I swear there was another wire connected between it and my clit. What a sensation! In fact, I was disappointed when she stopped.

"I'd really like to fuck you there with my tongue, Kimmy, but you heard Kelly distinctly say that she will be the first to penetrate your ass." She moved back down and concentrated on my cunt a few more seconds then moved to my clit. I nearly climaxed as soon as her oral muscle touched it, but once again I was disappointed when she stopped completely. I was soon looking her in the face. "You are unbelievably wet, Kimmy. I'll bet you are close, aren't you? Nodding won't break silence." I nodded. "Do you want me to make you climax?" I nodded hard. She smiled and teased, "Sorry, not yet. My instructions were to get you close, but not let you climax. 

"Remove the rest of my clothes so I can get you out on the stage. I am sure your audience is getting anxious. Once nude, she pulled a white, gossamer, floor-length gown from the closet and put it on. I watched as she tied a black rope-belt around her waist, leaving the long ends dangling to her knees. I realized that the belt was like the cincture one might see a priestess wear around her waist.

Not another word was spoken to me. She simply locked my wrist cuffs together in front, grasped my elbow, and led me back into the restaurant. Everyone had moved their chairs onto the dance floor, lined in a theater-style setting, facing the stage, now devoid of the band's instruments. I glanced around but didn't see Kelly. Somehow forgetting to tell me that I was going to be the center of attention again, Sam led me onto the stage, stopping about 6 feet in front of an empty chair placed sideways on the stage. I was ordered to kneel facing the chair. My left side faced the audience. Sam moved beside the chair to my right and assumed a "stand" position beside it.

I didn't realize that Kelly had been waiting near the far end of the stage until I saw her starting to walk toward us. My eyes followed her until she stopped directly in front of me. "You don't know how beautiful you look kneeling there, my darling slave. Right now, you are the epitome of submissiveness. Are you turned on?" I nodded. "It's a good thing you didn't fib. Your nipples are hard, and not from being cold, and I am sure my cunt is sopping wet.

"Move closer to me. I want you near my knees," she ordered after sitting on the chair. With six inches between us, she leaned forward, grasped my chin in her hand and said, "At dinner tonight you heard me mention worshiping your Mistress' Shrine. Do you think you know what that meant?" Again, I nodded. "Then do whatever you feel will be necessary to worship my Shrine." With shaking hands still bound, I started to open the buttons of her dress from the hem up to her waist. When finished, I grasped the two sides, slid them off her legs, then slipped my arms between her legs and opened them wide by spreading my elbows. 

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To my surprise and disappointment, I found myself staring at a pair of white, nearly-transparent nylon panties. They were a thong, but I couldn't' tell from my angle. She must have put them on while I was in the office with Sam. 

"Don't look so dismayed, my lovely slave. You will get the opportunity to worship my Shrine later. However, as you will learn, many times you will have to earn the privilege. Since you are going to be doing it in front of my friends, this is one of those times you must earn the privilege by being spanked for my pleasure and for the pleasure of your audience. You will probably feel the need to cry out. That is permitted under the Command of Total Silence. Just do not speak, even to use your safe word."

"Sam, please be Kimmy's mentor and coach for the rest of her initiation."

"I will, Miss Kelly. Thank you." 

"Place yourself over my lap, with your ass facing your audience."

Kelly started by running her hand softly over my bare behind. Her attention made me purr like a little kitten. When I was fully relaxed, she quickly raised the hand and brought it down hard. I did yelp, primarily because of the surprise, even though it did hurt.

"Your ass marks well, my dear. The imprint of my hand is nearly perfect and is a nice color.

I received twenty-four more solid swats with her hand. She worked every square inch of my butt from the bottom curve, which, I later learned, she called the sweet spot, up. After rubbing her hand over the injured surface again, she commented, "And you heat up well, too.

"The hairbrush now, please, Sam."

My Mistress didn't hold back this time either. I was very glad that she had warmed me up with her hand. The crack of the brush on my bare flesh echoed throughout the room. I did cry out each time the brush connected with flesh, glad that she said that wasn't breaking silence. Oh, damn did that brush hurt. I don't know how many times she spanked me, but Kelly quickly got into a rhythm moving from one cheek to the other, striking every couple seconds. 

When tears started streaking my face, Sam knelt and looked into my eyes. "Kimmy, I can honestly say that I know how much you are hurting. You don't realize it now, but you might get to the point when you will look forward to being spanked. I know I do. Just hang in there. You're a real trooper. I know you need to cry. That is permitted." The kiss she gave me helped a little, and so did her tongue flittering into my mouth. I was happy that Kelly didn't order me to count and thank her for each stroke. "Total Silence" is sometimes worth it.

The harsh spanking finally ended. At least I hoped it had. Tears covered my face, streamed down my cheeks, mixed with mucus from my nose, and dripped from my chin. Sam continued to stroke my head and cheeks during my ordeal. She also kept whispering words of encouragement. Finally, it was over.

"In case you didn't count to yourself, or you lost count, pet, you just received fifty smacks with the brush. I know your ass is quite tender and sore now. The pink color left over from the hand spanking has been replaced by a bright red. There will be bruising from the hairbrush. Know that, except for when you are disobedient, that was the worst spanking you will ever receive from me. "Kneel."

Once in position, I had to kiss the back of the brush. After Sam cleaned my face with a damp washcloth and dry towel, Kelly stood and raised the skirt of her dress to her waist. "You may now remove my panties, pet, but only with your mouth" I was pleased that she had made the task easier for me. The thong she was wearing was tied with wide ribbons, in bows, at her sides. All I needed to do was grasp a loose end of each bow with my teeth and pull. When the garment fell to the floor, I was instructed to pick it up in my mouth and give it to Sam. I could smell her essence when I did. It was like an aphrodisiac.

Kelly sat in the chair and spread her legs. Finally, I was given a perfect view of her bare cunt, the pendant and the chain. I was truly disappointed once again when she stopped me just as I was about to lean forward. There was nothing I wanted to do more at that point in time than worship Her Shrine. 

"You may relax, my pet." I misunderstood her command. I sat back on my legs, but I couldn't quite lay my hands on my spread legs and knew she would not mind that I wasn't quite in the proper position. "Don't look so sad. I promise I will give you the command to worship me in a moment. First, I want to explain something." I loved that grin. "I want to be sure you are always able to distinguish between the act of worshipping your Mistress' Shrine and making love to your Mistress. Making love, as the phrase indicates, is an intimate act between two people who care deeply for one another. For the two of us, it will always involve foreplay and will normally be a mutual act, meaning, both of us will usually achieve a climax.

"Worshiping your Mistress' Shrine, on the other hand is an intimate act of veneration of your Mistress. One might say that it is a unilateral act in that your Mistress will be the only one who achieves a climax. It is an action in which you give, and She receives. To insure this distinction is always recognized, you will never reap the reward of sexual climax when you worship in this manner. The pleasure you will receive is that of knowing the pleasure you have given your Mistress. In addition, She will always sit or stand over you and you will always be on your knees, as one should be when one worships. This may not be the case with all Mistresses, but it is with yours.

"You may first kiss my boots, then you may worship me in the manner you so deeply desire," Once I kissed her boots, she spread her legs to permit easy entrance to her Shrine. Listening to her and being able to perform this simple act of adoration increased the high sexual plateau on which I was already riding. Maybe I was entering the subspace she had talked about, I still didn't know. Well, I guess I wouldn't know until I arrived, since I have no idea what it is. Ok, readers, don't laugh at me. 

I didn't even mind consummating this normally private act in front of an audience. In fact, deep down, I was pleased to show them my reverence towards Kelly. Oh, how I had changed in little more than twenty-four hours. The way I felt, I would have worshiped her on the stage at Radio City Music Hall before a full house, if that were legal. At this moment in time and space no one existed except my Mistress as far as I was concerned. It was as she had described. Kelly put her hand on the back of my head and asked, "What did I do to deserve you, little one? You make me so wet." I felt the same as I lapped at her essence.

I could feel her body begin to tense. Tightening the grip she had on my hair, she moaned, "Oh, gawd, yes, this is the way it should always be." I was feeling wonderful that I was going to give her the climax she desired, when she suddenly stopped me by pulling me up by my hair and kissed me.

"You can finish what you started later, my darling slut, but I must be strong and make you stop. We are both riding high and I, for one, need to stay there. If I climax, I may not be able to complete what I want, and need, to do to you tonight." How can I describe the disappointment, mixed with concern, I felt at that instant?

Sam removed the chair from the stage when Kelly stood. "You may now stand and remove your Mistress' dress." I worked on opening the remaining buttons of her dress from the waist up. She turned and I pulled it off her shoulders. "Give it to Sam, and kneel," she ordered when she faced me again. I looked up at her in admiration. The chains connecting her rings added to the radiance I saw. I WAS a slave, not merely a submissive, to this beautiful woman. She had quickly captivated, then captured me, as no male had been able to do. She was not a model or a raving beauty, but then neither was I. Still, she was beautiful, and, to me, at this moment, she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. I hoped she thinks the same of her slave. Again, I wondered how I could have changed so much overnight. Maybe a submissive streak had always been inside me, as she said. She was the first to recognize it and bring it to the surface.

"I will now give you an opportunity to use some of the intelligence I have given you credit for having. You will pay homage to your Mistress through what many consider the ultimate act of submission. Only you must determine what that is. I must warn you, though; it won't take a Harvard graduate to figure it out. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the seat of the chair and spread her legs slightly. Without hesitation I moved forward and kissed the puckered flower of her anus. As if it had a mind of its own, my tongue moved through my lips and delicately started to trail over and around the rosebud. "Oh, yes, baby! I knew you wouldn't need much training," Kelly moaned.


Her words were a catalyst. Since she had given no instructions, probably on purpose, I assumed I was free to do what I thought was proper to show complete and unequivocal homage to her. I pushed my tongue forward and through the tight muscle. I was disappointed when she suddenly stood up, forcing me to break contact. Kneeling down she placed her hands on my cheeks and whispered, "I'll give you many chances to finish that, too, you slut. We have other tasks to complete here first, though. Just know that you have made me the proudest woman in this room and extremely happy that no one discovered your proclivities or found you before I did."

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Kelly ordered me to stand and present. "Follow Sam's instructions as she prepares you for your flogging."

"My Flogging? That's what they did on sailing ships to punish sailors. What the hell is she going to do to me?" I thought. I am sure that Kelly saw the fear on my face but did not say anything. She simply turned away and walked off the stage without looking back.

Sam told me to keep my fingers locked behind my neck and helped me move to a point near center stage. Once there, she connected my wrist cuffs to the ends of a three-foot-long spreader bar that she placed over my shoulders. After telling me to remain in place, she went to the rear of the stage where, much to my surprise, she actuated a switch that turned on a motor in the ceiling, dropping a chain to a spot just above my head. She attached this chain to the center of the spreader bar then reversed the motor slowly raising the bar and my arms. She didn't stop until I was forced to stand on my toes. The ankle cuffs were removed, followed by the nylons and garter belt. 

The coup de grace was next. She tied ropes to my ankle cuffs. The other ends of the ropes were threaded through eyebolts hidden under small trapdoors on the stage floor, about the same distance apart as the spreader bar. When she pulled the ropes through the eyebolts, my feet followed, all the way to the eyebolts. Once the ropes were tied off, I was barely able to touch the floor with my toes. I was suspended in the form of the letter X.

Kelly walked back onto the stage and stood facing me. The first thing I noticed was that she was now wearing a white gossamer gown like Sam's. Her cincture, however, was white instead of black. I also saw that she was barefoot. In her hand she held what looked like a bunch of strips of material attached to a short handle. "I am sure, my pet, that when I said I was going to flog you, I scared the wits out of you, because I don't think you know what flogging is in B&D. You probably thought about a single strand whip causing harsh stripes as it connects with your back. That would have been true in what was corporal punishment. Some folks engaged in S&M still do that to create pain for the sake of pain, which is OK as long as one knows how to use it. In my group, we do not use a whip, but, as you have already witnessed, the cane might be used for punishment. 

"In sane BDSM circles, flogging can be anything from a light to heavy whipping depending on the type of flogger and how it is used. While a flogging can be used as punishment, that is not the normal intent for most BDSM participants. I am sure that there are people in the scene that will not agree with what I am telling you, but it is what my group believes in and follows.

"I prefer using a flogger to create sensuous pain because I think the sensation is spread over one's body and increases in intensity the longer one is whipped. I want to build the endorphins in the person I am flogging to the maximum. The flogger is not as painful as a single or multi-strand whip and doesn't damage the skin or leave lasting marks. Any flogger can be damaging when used incorrectly or in the hands of the wrong person, however. This particular flogger is light and soft. It is made from wide deerskin strips. As I use it on you, you skin will gradually heat up to a nice glow. I know of cases where subs passed out from a flogging and in other cases, they achieved climax. I will insure that you will do neither tonight, but I do intend to take you deep into subspace. Since you are new to this you need to know that I have had extensive experience on both ends of the flogger, so, rest assured that I do know how to use it properly.

"Initially, you will receive a slap approximately once every three to four seconds. Later, they will be more frequent because both Sam and I will be hitting you at the same time. I promise that, at a minimum, nearly every part of your body, from knees to neck, front and back, will be covered. Sam and I will take turns because your session is going to be long. I, we, intend to build slowly in intensity, until I have decided you have reached your limit. You are now released from total silence."

The best way that I can describe the blows was a light "thud." The thuds continued as Kelly struck me in a steady rhythm. After a dozen or so strokes, she would switch off with Sam and vice versa. When it was Sam's turn, the pleasant thing was that Kelly would stand in front of me and touch my (her) cunt and kiss my nipples. When Kelly used the flogger to work on my breasts and abdomen, I welcomed the change and was happy to look at her loving smile as she wielded the instrument. I could feel the heat that was building up on my skin. When I looked down, I saw that my breasts were red as if sunburned. The sensory feelings increased tremendously as she took me more and more deeply into myself. I started to crave the feeling that she was forging within me. I realized that a strange sense of tranquility was settling over me when suddenly Sam attacked me from behind. They were whipping me simultaneously.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggg!" I screamed from the initial surprise, rather than from any pain because Sam had swung her flogger upwards, between my legs, contacting with my pussy and pubic bone. Kelly immediately responded by bringing her flogger up between my legs from the front. I quickly realized they were going to alternate strokes from both sides. When the fever pitch of my sexual being rose towards the top and I knew I was going to climax, they suddenly stopped. I was so close I almost started begging Kelly to let me cum. Nothing else really mattered to me at this moment. I was almost angry when they didn't continue. I knew I could climax if they would just keep whipping my cunt, and I was so turned on that I wanted to cum that way.

Kelly knew exactly what I was thinking. She moved close to me and kissed my lips softly. "Does my baby want to cum?" she asked. I nodded violently. "Don't worry, little one, you will get your wish soon. There is one additional trial that you must first endure. I want to know how you react to heavy pain. 

"The cane, please, Sam." What little they could, my shoulders sank in resignation with the knowledge about what was to happen. Sam's welts were still vivid on her ass. I was about to bear the same kind of marks. Had I not been bound in suspension, I know my body would have crashed into a pile on the floor.

Kelly held the instrument to my lips. It was an exact duplicate of the one she used on Kelly. For all I knew, it could have been the same one. "Kiss it, pet." I was sure I wouldn't be able to bear it, especially if she used it on my already bruised ass. Yet, I knew that was the only place my body could take it.

Kelly stood behind me and touched my butt with the tip of the cane. Sam was in front of me and smiling. "She knows what is going to happen to me," I thought. "How can she possibly smile like that?" In my mind I called her a bitch.

Kelly swung the cane through the air. I reacted to the "swoosh" sound by attempting to push my midsection forward while, at the same time, tightening my buttocks. The blow didn't land. She swung her instrument several more times until I finally failed to react to the sound. She wanted me to be relaxed when it landed, and land it did.

I am sure that anyone driving down the street heard my scream. The line of fire that crossed the base of my buttocks was like nothing I had ever experienced before. "How could she do this to me? Damn her anyhow!" I thought, coming close to screaming at her. For the first time, I thought about using my safe word.

The searing pain of that initial strike slowly enveloped my genitals in an unbelievable sexual conflagration. I could not believe that I could experience continued arousal while enduring such pain. The dichotomy of the situation was not believable, yet I was living proof it did exist. The second stroke was as severe as the first. I cried out again. I didn't care that Sam had remained silent during her ordeal. It effin hurt!

I had closed my eyes and was waiting for the next stroke when I felt someone grab the back of my legs and plant their lips on my cunt. Since Sam had been in front of me, I thought she would be the one I would see when I opened my eyes and looked down. Instead, I saw the top of Kelly's head. She literally attacked the seat of my sex with her mouth and tongue. It only took seconds to take me over the top. As I climaxed, Sam added two well-placed strokes with the cane just below the ones Kelly had inflicted. There is no doubt in my mind that those two blistering stripes increased the pleasure I received from the most intense climax of my entire life. I've heard that some women pass out from climaxes. I didn't, but I think I was close.

When I finally returned to reality, two pair of lips were sucking on my hard nipples. As they sensed movement in my body, Kelly looked up. Somehow, I managed to return her broad smile with a grin. I swear that I noticed an aching in my arm muscles. It had to have been caused by the tension created through hanging and the intense climax.

They finally started releasing me.

Sam loosened the rope connecting my left ankle cuff to the eyebolt in the floor while Kelly worked on the right one. I thought that, when they finished, I would be lowered to the floor. 'T'was not to be. Each threaded their rope through the eyebolts at the ends of the spreader bar and pulled on their respective rope until my ankles were against my wrists. I was bent nearly in half, my legs spread obscenely wide. I could see my bare cunt, and the audience, which also had a perfect view of my cunt and ass. My blood-filled pussy lips could not have been more exposed. I might have considered my previous nearly-naked state as being somewhat obscene since everyone else was dressed, but this position was REALLY obscene. I couldn't imagine what Kelly intended to do with or to me.

[hirarandi]

Sam left the stage and returned carrying a tray on which lay a black leather swatch. On top of the swatch were several items that I couldn't see clearly, from my viewing angle. Kelly picked up a foil packet, ripped it open, extracted a white patch and used it to wipe my clit and the left side of my labia. The alcohol stung like hell and I suddenly knew what was going to happen.

I was fascinated, although with trepidation, that I would be able to watch the proceedings because of my contorted position. After using the alcohol swab, Kelly marked the inside and outside of my left labium, near vagina, with a sharpie then clamped a pair of forceps onto it. They hurt, but I quickly forgot the pain when I saw Kelly pick up what appeared to be a large diameter, tapered needle. I had seen piercing needles before, but this one was huge (at least to my untrained eye). I think Kelly noticed my eyes open wide, so she explained, "The ring I am using is larger than what would normally be used in a new piercing, pet. I could go smaller and stretch the holes later, but that would take more time. I want the extra weight of the ring to make you more aware of its presence and I need that to happen immediately." 

The clamped forceps had numbed my flesh substantially, but the sting of the needle still hurt like hell when she pushed it through my flesh. Kelly held the ring up for me to see. It WAS thick and over an inch in diameter. She used an open end of the ring to finish pushing the needle through the new hole in my body. Using a pair of pliers, she spread the ring slightly and added the captive ball. 

Continuing her modification of MY body (well, ok, I did give it to her), Kelly pierced my clitoral hood but used a smaller size ring. Before adding the captive ball to this ring, she held up an ID tag so I could read the inscription: "I am the property of Mistress Kelly. My slave name is kimmy." I also noticed a symbol: a circle with a small upside-down cross on the bottom. I had noticed the same symbol on Sam's ID tag, but I had not thought anything about it at the time. The tag was slipped over the ring and the captive ball put in place, making my submission and enslavement "official."

"Your ID, like Sam's is slightly curved so it would lie against My clit when you are sitting or reclining or when I permit you to wear panties, pet. It will hang free when you are standing. 

"Now, what are the other two rings for, Sam?" Kelly asked.

"Well, Miss Kelly, I saw them in the storage cabinet and thought there was a possibility you might want to add rings your slave's nipples, and, truthfully, I didn't want to have to go back and get them."

"Hmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Sam. I'll give it some serious thought. In the meantime, let's get my pet out of her current predicament." Sam sat the tray down and they released my ankles, holding my legs while slowly lowering them so I wouldn't injure myself. I appreciated the fact that I was now able to touch the floor with my toes again. In fact, there was enough contact that I could push up and down a little to relieve the slight ache in my muscles while I listened to them talk about me, once again as if I weren't there.

"Yes, I do think that they will look much better with some decoration, Sam, but I won't be able to play with them much until the piercings heal, which, as you know, will could take several months." **

"Well, Miss Kelly, I'm afraid that this lowly slave can't make that decision for you. I can only ask which would you prefer: enjoying the additional beauty that the rings would create to your slave, or having additional ways to satisfy your sadistic desire? Besides, the sooner you pierce them, the sooner they will be healed."

"Since you put it that way, Sam, I am sure I would prefer the additional beauty now.

Minutes later my nipples sported rings like Kelly's. From my vantage point, I even felt they looked wonderful, although I was already wishing the residual pain would go away. I couldn't wait to look at myself in a mirror. "I may have you wear barbells on occasion after you heal, pet, but I prefer rings during the healing process. They make the piercing easier to clean. All you need to do is cover the ring with the cleansing solution then rotate the ring back and forth through the piercing easily coating the inside surfaces with the solution."

Sam walked to the back of the stage and flipped the switch that lowered the spreader bar. As it moved down, Kelly kissed me again and said, "You're holding up very well, kimmy. I am so proud of you right now. I must admit that I was a little concerned about throwing so much at you so quickly, but tonight was our scheduled meeting and I couldn't let the opportunity pass to be able to initiate you into our membership. There is one additional thing you must endure before I permit you to talk again. Please sit on the front of the stage with your legs over the edge and Sam will prepare you. 

It was difficult to remain silent and not ask what she was doing while Sam tied new ropes to my ankle cuffs. Following her instructions, I laid back so my upper body was flat on the stage and raised my legs so she could thread the ropes' loose ends through eye bolts about a foot behind and two feet on either side of my head. She tightened the ropes until my feet were spread about two feet apart and above my head. Stepping off the stage, Sam and told me to put my arms beside my hips, outside my legs. She tied ropes to each of my wrist cuffs and then to two more eyebolts at the edge of the stage. When she pulled these ropes tight, my arms were spread apart, and I was able to grip the edge of the stage. I thought I was displayed in an obscene manner when they pierced me. This position was obscenely obscene. My splayed, pierced pussy was now at the edge of the stage and at eye level with the audience. To make matters even worse, Sam jumped back onto the stage and tightened the ropes attached to my ankle cuffs pulling my legs farther apart. This action raised my hips several inches above the stage.

"I hope you aren't too uncomfortable, kimmy," Sam commented while leaning in and kissing my lips." 

"Hell yes, I'm extremely uncomfortable, you silly bitch," I wanted to scream. I was still looking up at her when I felt something touch my cunt causing me to jump (as much as my tight bonds would permit). That something turned out to be a pair of lips. I struggled to raise my head and watch as woman after woman leaned down and kissed it. And I am not talking about a quick kiss. Each one of them took their time kissing and licking my exposed cunt and clit. Many tongue-fucked me for a few seconds. A couple even licked my expose anus. Eventually, neck hurting, I rested my head on the stage floor and swooned in passion. Kelly's words, "Is my pet enjoying herself?' caused me to look up again. She was standing over my head facing my legs. When I smiled and nodded, she knelt, dipped her head and started sucking on my clit, bringing me to a swift and hard climax.

Sam quickly unlocked and removed my leg cuffs while Kelly did the same to my wrist cuffs. After they helped me to stand, Kelly took me into her arms until I fully regained my balance. "Thank you, pet, for being so wonderful. You are now the newest member of the Venus Coterie. As I indicated, what you just endured was your initiation. You may now speak so you can meet the rest of the members who are here tonight. I promise I'll explain everything to you later, so you don't need to ask any specifics. Just be yourself and enjoy the camaraderie."

Sam removed my garter belt and nylons then helped me don a white gown, tied a black cincture around my waist. Kelly then ordered me to kneel after saying, "Sam, may I have the box, please?" I don't know how I missed the red, velvet-covered box sitting on the tray. Sam handed it to Kelly.

"There is one additional item I want to give you as a symbol of our new relationship." She opened the box and held it so I could see the contents. It was a silver ring with a smaller ring attached to the top.

"Do you recognize it, kimmy?" I had to tell her that I didn't.

"If you probe your memory and think about when you read 'The Story of O.' you will probably remember the ring that O received when she finished her training at Roissy. While different than the signet ring she wore, this style is now recognized in the lifestyle as 'The Ring of O.' The small ring attached to the ball on the top represents the metal rings that were attached to the leather collar and wrist cuffs that O wore during her training. kimmy, will you consent to wear this ring as a symbol of your commitment to me and as a member of Venus Coterie?"

"Mistress, as your slave, I will be proud to wear your ring." I held my hand up to her.

As she slipped it on my finger she said, "I have a friend who will engrave it with our initials and today's date.

"I have one more thing to add to it, pet." She pulled a dainty chain bracelet from the pocket of her robe. "This chain bracelet had an extension that normally would wrap around your finger. I had it modified to clip onto the top ring of your O ring. While you will always wear your 'O' ring, you will wear this chain with your ring when we go out together in public and at home when we have company." I thought it was a beautiful addition to my new slave ring.

Kelly told me to stand and locked the end of a three-foot long chain to my collar. The other end was locked to Sam's collar. Finally, a leash was clipped to the center of the chain and the two of us followed Kelly away from the stage. As we stepped onto the dance floor everyone applauded and moved forward to "congratulate" me, their newest member. I was a little embarrassed because of the chain connecting me to Sam, of course, but was soon able to forget that it existed. I was surprised that everyone now wore white gowns with either white or black rope belts. I didn't know when they had changed, but later learned it was while Sam was preparing me for my ordeal. It was easy to decide that those with white belts were dominas and the black belts were subs. 

[hirarandi]

Kelly, Sam and I formed a reception line. As each person approached, Sam introduced me as "kimmy, Mistress Kelly's new sub." She would then introduce them to me. Each member welcomed me into the society with a kiss, this time on the cheek, then congratulated Kelly on her good luck. Since my mind was in cloud nine, by the time the reception line ended, I couldn't remember most of the names or faces, except one, since I already knew it.

I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachel. She was wearing a white belt. After kissing me she commented. "kimmy, I must admit that when you first checked into the hotel, I just knew that neck was perfect for wearing a collar. To be honest, though, I figured you were the dominant type. I don't know how I could have been so wrong."

Surprisingly, the conversation, during the reception was like what one might expect at any party. I was the newcomer, and everyone was interested in me, my background, my interests, etc. Cheryl and Jennifer carried trays around the room, offering glasses of Asti Spumante to everyone. At one point a toast was made welcoming "their new member." Not one word was exchanged about BDSM or sex, or the fact that Sam and I remained chained together and at the end of Kelly's leash. I felt they were genuinely interested in me as a person while they integrated me into their group.

Soon, Kelly announced that it was time to leave. Allyson handed me a bag and said it contained all our clothes. As Kelly tugged on the leash, I knew we would be wearing only our gowns during the trip home. Since we weren't separated, Sam held my hand as we sat together in the back seat of the car. Before driving out of the parking lot, Kelly turned around and asked, "Any regrets, Pet?"

"No, Mistress, none at all." I honestly meant that, too. "May I ask one question, though?"

"You said you'd explain everything, but I am curious about one aspect of this evening. I have been with you nearly every moment since we met last evening. How did you arrange to have it held?"

She laughed and replied, "I have to give Allyson all the credit, dear. When I talked to her while you were still sleeping this morning, I said that I thought you would agree to be my slave until Monday. I also mentioned that, while I had a strong feeling you might agree to remain in my care after Monday, I, like you was a little afraid that the intensity I had planned for your introduction to the scene, might be too much, and you would not want to stay with me. She suggested that since the Coterie was meeting tonight, I might want to have you initiated rather than wait another month. Realizing the initiation was even more than what I had planned, I said that I'd have to let her know. When you asked to change your initial trial period to a month, I knew the die was cast. If you remember, just before we left to check you out of the hotel, I made a quick phone call saying, 'I had the package and we could unwrap it tonight.' I was talking to Allyson and you were the package. Your initiation, of course, was the 'unwrapping,' At that point Allyson set everything in motion to get the rings, your ID tag and let all the members know so they could dress appropriately. The dominas usually wear white gowns like they wore tonight. Normally the subs attend the meeting in some form of bondage. Many are nude or partly nude. When there is an initiation, everyone except the initiate is dressed. She then explained the basics of the initiation ritual which can change depending on the desires of the Mistress. Allyson had a blank check on making the arrangements because Kelly knew that anything she decided would be perfect. 

When we arrived at the house, Allyson parked at the end of the driveway. I was shocked to learn that I had to get out of the car and walk in while still chained to Sam. Even though the probability of being seen was remote at 1 AM, I was concerned. Obviously, Kelly wasn't. Doing it did give me a thrill. Once inside Kelly asked Allyson if Sam could spend the night. "Of course, she can, Kelly. Just send her home when you are finished with her in the morning." I later learned that their house was only a block away. Allyson kissed each of us then said, "I am truly glad you are one of us, Kimmy. Thanks for walking into our lounge last night even if it was accidental." Her passionate goodbye kiss included familiarization with her tongue. She also kissed Sam telling her that she would see her the next day. "You may stay as long as Kelly needs you, dear."

"This has been a long day, girls," Kelly said. I think we should go to bed. We can discuss anything you want in the morning, pet." Once there, she directed us to remove our gowns. We loosened the tie at the neck, pushed the fabric off our shoulders and let them drop to the floor.

When she announced that we would all be sleeping in her bed, I announced that I had to use the bathroom. "I am sure Sam does, too, pet. You may go together."

Using the toilet with someone else in the room was somewhat embarrassing to me. I don't remember doing it since I was potty trained. Until today, that is. I had an understanding with Jeff that he could not enter the bathroom if I was using the toilet. 

This time it was even more embarrassing than having Sam in the room when I emptied the enema from my bowels. The little wench kneeled in front of me, told me to spread my legs so she could watch the urine flow from my body. Then I had to do the same to her. Truthfully, it was a little sensuous, but I'll never admit it.

While we were in the master (Mistress) bathroom, Kelly used the downstairs one. After kissing good night, we all climbed into Kelly's bed, totally exhausted. As they had planned, I ended up sandwiched between the two of them in a spoon. Sam was behind me, her arm over my side holding my breast while I did the same to Kelly. And, yes, our collars were still connected by the chain. What a wonderful way to fall asleep.

[hirarandi]

Sam and I awakened before Kelly. Sam was up first and carefully shook me awake. Placing her finger to her lips, she indicated we should be quiet, so we wouldn't wake Kelly, while we slipped out of bed. Passing the clock, I noticed that it was a few minutes after 6 A.M. Once out of Kelly's hearing range, Sam suggested that we should make breakfast for my Mistress and serve it to her in bed.

First, though, we had to use the bathroom for our morning absolutions. While I was still embarrassed, because we were connected by the chain forcing Sam to be closer to me than ever, it didn't seem to faze Sam one iota. When I asked her why, she replied, "You'll get used to having company during your previously private moments, Kimmy. Allyson is with me quite often and I am never permitted to close the bathroom door. I imagine it will be the same for you. Our Mistresses are almost like twins in their thinking."

When I looked at myself in the mirror, my hand strayed down to my I.D. tag. Sam was watching me touch it and asked, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, truthfully, I do." Seeing it hanging between my legs and knowing what it represented was quite provocative. I also liked the weight of the ring and the way it hung down and pulled my neither lip. 

"Strange as it may seem to many people, I've loved mine since the day Allyson put it on me." Standing at my back, she put her arms around me and touched my nipple rings. "What do you think of these?"

"I've always turned my nose up when I heard anyone mention pierced nipples. I couldn't imagine why anyone would do anything like it to their body. Now, I think they add charm to my nipples and my breasts. My nipples ache quite a bit this morning. But then, so does my ass," I joked, then added, "But it's a 'nice' ache, if you know what I mean."

"I do. It's an ache one must experience to understand, though. Both aches should be gone by in a couple days. I must tell you that stripes do look great on you. I hope I see you wearing them more often." I only grinned.

"Meanwhile, let me help you clean your piercings, so they don't get infected." There was no reason I would refuse her offer. First, she wet a face cloth, moistened the hardened matter that had collected on the rings near the openings, and wiped them clean. "Now we can put some antiseptic on them." She removed a green bottle from the cabinet and moistened a cotton ball with its contents. "This is Campho Phenique. It contains camphor, phenol and eucalyptus oil. It is a great antiseptic but burns like hell. It is listed for external use only, but we have found that it is great for aiding the healing process in small piercings. It's what Kelly will want you to use. Salt water is also good to use, but this is more medicinal." Using the cotton ball, she moistened both ends of one ring then turned the ring, moving it back and forth through the pierced hole. She was right it did burn like hell. I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from screaming out loud. After doing this several times with all four rings, she informed me that I should clean them several times a day, initially, then once a day, even after the seepage stops, until the healing is complete. I thanked her with a kiss.

We had a blast preparing breakfast while still naked and chained together. We ate ours at the table in the breakfast nook, knowing that would be OK with Kelly, especially considering what we had planned for her. It was pleasant talking to Sam about her life as Allyson's sub, knowing my experiences would be quite similar. I knew that the term "slave" was more figurative than real. Sam explained that we were more like indentured servants with lots of freedom. While Sam did "serve" Allyson, when it came to things like housework and attending to her personal care, Allyson usually pitched in and helped, rather than require Sam to do it all. She said that Kelly also helped when she did housework for her. We were slaves only in the sense that we gave ownership of our bodies to our Mistresses and had no decision power in what they did with or to us, unless we opted to end the relationship. I had already started to enjoy letting Kelly have total control.

Returning to the bedroom, Sam and I awakened Kelly, had her sit up in center of the bed, placed her breakfast on a bed tray and took turns feeding her. We all thoroughly enjoyed the moment. Kelly even commented how nice it was having two slaves to take care of her. "At least I get to keep one of you this time," she commented. I leaned over and kissed her.

When we finished, Kelly said that it was time she introduced me to her "playroom." I helped her put on a pair of tight, boy-leg shorts. Other than this one item, she was naked as we followed her to the playroom, led by the leash, again connected to the center of our chain.

I was somewhat shocked, and yet amazed, when we walked through the door and into the room. It looked like some of the "dungeon" photos that she had shown me in the B&D magazines. Numerous pieces of equipment were placed around the room. I recognized a St. Andrew's Cross, a bondage table (that also turned out to be a "rack"), a bondage chair, stocks, a carpenter's horse that she called a pony, two floor-to-ceiling posts, and eyebolts imbedded in the walls, floor, and ceiling. There were even items I did not recognize. A couple ropes hung from the ceiling and were connected to winches on the wall. One wall, that appeared to be all mirrors, turned out to be several floor-to-ceiling sliding doors faced with mirrors. She stored her bondage equipment and toys on shelves behind these doors in addition to her "library." Not expecting anything like this, I was truly impressed.

We walked to the bondage chair, which looked more like a throne because the seat was covered in red leather. Commanded to "position" I knelt in front of her, hands clasped behind my back, while Sam continued to stand beside me.

"Pet, you and I will spend quite a few hours together in this room while you are mine. Most of the time you will be in some form of bondage and experience light discipline; discipline in this case meaning for my pleasure, not punishment. Nothing like last night, unless you do something that deserves strict punishment. I find that highly unlikely, though. I love to play bondage games and I am sure you will like them too; eventually if not at first.

"Considering what I have already learned about you, I even think there will be times you will ask me to bring you up here for a session. As I promised before, I will only bring you here if I decide that you really like it. I have no doubt that you will, however. The exception will be for punishment if you get too far out of line. I know, I said I probably wouldn't physically punish you if I determine you enjoy it, but there may be times I will. Otherwise, just imagine spending a couple hours of "time out" locked in the stocks or in my cage.

"This chair is my throne as long as it has this leather cushion on the seat. Without the cushion, it becomes a versatile bondage chair. I had it built to my specifications. When we are here you will worship your Mistress while she sits on it. At other times it will be used to put you into bondage." She showed me the attachments for the chair that could be used for various forms of bondage. I was impressed.

Kelly explained that she and Allyson had lived together for a time, while in college, and had designed most of the items in the room for a little business they formed. My eyebrows went up and she said she would tell me more about the business at an appropriate time. After she bought the house, they moved their equipment into this room. They often use it for parties with the Coterie, and with a few close friends. "Sam has spent many hours here with Allyson and me. Right, Sam?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly, and I loved it every time," Sam replied, grinning.

After our "tour" Kelly suggested that we move to the den. I shocked her when I commented, "Mistress, I know it isn't proper for a slave to question her Mistress, but are you suggesting that we leave your playroom without testing anything?"

Kelly stopped, turned and turned to stare at me. "Is my slut saying what I think?"

"Yes, ma'am, I think she is," I replied with a smile.

"Well, then, I don't think I should disappoint her! Sam, would you like to be a part of this?"

"Yes, ma'am, it would be an honor and a privilege."

"By assisting me and also as a participant, of course?"

"Absolutely both, Miss Kelly," Sam replied, smiling.

Kelly slid one mirrored door aside, removed what appeared to be a large, piece of leather formed into a tube, or sheath, larger at one end than at the other end with laces holding the sides together. She handed it to Sam and said, "You can put this on her while I make a few preparations."

[hirarandi]

Following Sam's instructions, I clasped my hands behind my back, palm to palm. The sheath was slipped up over my hands and arms. It extended from my hands nearly to my shoulders. The portion over my hands was fit like a glove. The rest was split from the wrists up but held loosely together with the laces. She buckled a strap around it at wrists then started to pull the laces tight, from the bottom to the top. As she moved up, my forearms and elbows were pulled closer together. When she finally tied the laces at the top, I could feel the intense pressure the binding created in my shoulders. "I could continue to pull the laces tighter, until your elbows touch, Kimmy, but this should do for your first time."

"Thank you, Sam. I appreciate your deep concern for my comfort," I replied in my most sarcastic tone. In reply, she slapped my ass.

Two straps hung from the underside of the sheath at the top. The left strap was passed under my left arm, over the shoulder and buckled to the top right side of the sheath. The right strap went under my right arm, over that shoulder then was buckled to the left side of the sheath. Sam explained this was to insure the sheath would not slide down my arms.

While Sam was preparing my bonds, I watched Kelly pass a rope through a pulley which she attached to an eyebolt in the ceiling. She accomplished this by hanging the hook of the pulley over a nail imbedded into a long pole, then passing the hook through the eyebolt. Her actions were so smooth, there was no doubt in my mind that she had done it many times before. The two ends of the rope ended about three feet above the floor.

Kelly locked leather wrist cuffs on Sam, connected them behind her back and instructed us to stand face-to-face under the pulley. She slipped one end of a double-headed dildo gag into my mouth and buckled its straps behind my head. Without receiving any instruction, Sam leaned forward and took the other dildo into her mouth. A second set of straps attached to the gag were buckled behind Sam's head. We were nose-to-nose and staring into one another's eyes. Sam's eyes were literally smiling at me. "I have two versions of this gag, pet. The outer end of the other one is much longer and larger. I will let you guess the purpose of the longer one. You will get to use it many times in the future."

After tying one end of the hanging rope to the D-rings on Sam's cuffs, Kelly moved behind me and threaded the remaining end through a D-ring connected at the wrists of my sheath. She slowly pulled on the end of the rope, raising our arms. We automatically spread our legs and moved our feet back to maintain our balance. We were also forced to lean forward. Kelly continued pulling the rope through my D-ring until our hands were slightly higher than our heads and our upper bodies nearly parallel to the floor. She then tied it off. To increase the intensity of my bondage, Kelly locked my ankles into cuffs attached to the ends of a three-foot long spreader bar.

Initially I jumped (as much as one could in my predicament), when Kelly's fingers brushed my pussy, then relaxed as she continued to play. At the same time, my eyes danced with Sam's. It is wild having someone do this to you while in a position where you cannot relay feelings other than with your eyes or through grunts and groans. Sam could partially see Kelly and knew what she was doing, which brought me to an even higher sexual plateau. I am sure my eyes opened wider when Kelly slipped two fingers into my vagina. Sam's eyes simply continued to smile at me, especially when a third, then a fourth finger entered me. I was beginning to hope Kelly would push her whole hand into me, even though I knew it wouldn't fit. I wanted to scream when she stopped and walked away, saying, "I'll just let you two hang around here while I make a couple phone calls." 

When Kelly reentered the room, I listened intently as the mirrored doors behind me opened and closed. Sam's eyes would stare at me then occasionally dart to the side. I knew she was watching Kelly. Her eyes smiled again just before Kelly appeared in my peripheral vision. She was wearing a strap-on. "Would my slut like to be fucked?" she asked. With the minimal movement I could make with my head, I nodded an emphatic "yes." I also managed to grunt a mostly unintelligible, "Uh, huh." Moving behind me, she ran her finger over my quim again. The next time she touched me was not with her fingers. My cunt was being probed by the dildo. While I had guessed that the fake cock was only about two inches in diameter and eight inches long, it felt more like a baseball bat. I had used vibrators on myself before but never a dildo. And the vibrators weren't as large as the instrument that was attempting to gain entrance to my hot love tunnel. Had my mouth been empty, I am sure I would have gasped when Kelly started to push. She grasped my hips, pushed, retreated, and pushed again, several times. I tried to push back but couldn't. Since a single rope connected both Sam and me, any movement on my part caused an opposite reaction on Sam's arms and, therefore, made it difficult for me to move.

In a few strokes, Kelly hit bottom and I was ready for her to fuck me silly. This woman knew how to turn me on as no male ever had, or could, up to this point in my life. Using my hips for leverage, she started slamming her rubber dick into me. To my dismay, she had already learned how to sense my reactions. As I closed in on my climax, she stopped moving and, while continuing to hold the dildo partially inside me, started probing my anus with her fingers. First one, then two fingers were pushed into me. It wasn't long before I felt something cold being applied and realized she was lubricating my ass. The reason was obvious. When she felt that my anal muscles were sufficiently relaxed, she added more lube and a third finger to stretch me just a little more. Both my orifices were empty for a few seconds before the head of her cock replaced her fingers and started to press on my flower.

The initial stretch was the worst part of the invasion. Once again, if my ability to scream had not been removed, I would have. I made the obvious noises, however, and am positive my eyes signaled my situation to Sam because the smile of her eyes had widened considerably. Still, an audible groan came from my throat as the head of the dildo broke through. Once in, Kelly held still for a moment, then plunged the full eight inches of her weapon in and started fucking. It was unbelievable. While not the same as being fucked vaginally, I wanted it. She had introduced me to another experience I would have rejected had it been within my decision-making ability or authority to do so. She was right again! In bondage there definitely was freedom.

Not only did I enjoy being fucked anally, I climaxed. It was unbelievable. Never would I have believed it possible. Of course, she had me well primed before entering my forbidden hole. The climax was insane. My legs turned to rubber and I started to collapse. While still imbedded on the fake cock, Kelly held me up by my hips until I recovered sufficiently and was able to stand on my own legs. The spreader bar and ropes were removed permitting Sam and I to stand while our mutual gag was unbuckled. To my own surprise, the first thing I did was give Sam a passionate kiss. "Fantastic, wasn't it?" she asked. I could only nod assent.

When Kelly suggested we should go for a swim, Sam and I quickly agreed. An eight-foot high wall separated Kelly's yard from her neighbors, so clothing was normally optional in her patio and pool. Well, not for Sam and me. I was informed I would never wear a bathing suit while there. It really didn't matter, because I found that it was more enjoyable to swim naked. The feeling of the water against my bare skin was incredible. I knew I was going to be using this pool a lot in the following month and, hopefully, in the future. The three of us had fun playing and swimming together, splashing and teasing like three twelve-year-old kids. After about an hour, we got out and coated one another with tanning lotion. Sam and I did one another and both of us worked on Kelly. We soaked up the sun's rays for another hour.

Unlike many homeowners, Kelly had an outside shower on her patio. From one of those large European showerheads, mounted directly above us, water cascaded down like a warm spring shower. We frolicked around, soaping one another, to wash off the lotion. I realized that the friendship we were creating was nothing short of extraordinaire. When we finally finished our reverie and were dry, Kelly grasped my hands and pushed me against the side of the house. She intertwined her fingers in mine, lifted my arms above my head and pushed her naked body tight against me. With an extremely serious look on her face, she asked, "Just what the fuck do you think you are doing, bitch?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I don't understand what you mean."

"What I mean, my slut, is that you have caused me to do something that I have been able to avoid for a long time."

When I answered, "You are truly confusing me, Mistress. I have no idea what you mean," her serious look turned into a smile.

"Damn, I need you to know that in less than forty-eight hours I have truly fallen in love with you. It will take a team of wild horses to pull you away from me. Please do not forget these words when your month is up." Her announcement was followed by a deep, very passionate kiss. My toes curled and the butterflies filled my stomach again.

When the kiss finally ended, she announced that we had an appointment in less than an hour and needed to get ready. First, though, she asked Sam if she could stay to work on the project they had discussed. "Absolutely," Sam replied. "Allyson said I could stay as long as you needed me today. It really shouldn't take too long."

"Thanks. If you finish before we return, you have permission to run home to your Mistress."

Kelly and I went to the bedroom to dress. Attending to my slave duties, I helped her into a pair of ankle socks, white, of course, tennis shoes, shorts, and a tank top. My initial clothing consisted of white tennis shoes, white knee socks, and a denim mini skirt that we had purchased. She then debated over which top I should wear. After having me try on a cami and a tube top, she selected the latter, announcing that it displayed "her" assets much better. She especially liked the way my nipple rings were highlighted by the tight top. "It would be best if we temporarily replace your collar." The replacement was a beautiful gold choker necklace secured with a gold, heart-shaped lock.

I was instructed to bend over the bed with my forehead resting on it. She flipped the back of the skirt up, saying, "I could have done this before you put the skirt on, but just thought about it. It is the prerogative of a Mistress to change her mind at any time, isn't it, little one."

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

I listened to her move around the bedroom and jumped when a cold finger touched, then entered, my anus and realized she was putting lube in. "This is only a two-inch butt plug, pet, but I want you to get used to them. Just relax and it won't hurt any more than the dildo did. She slowly pushed the invader into me stretching me bit by bit. There was some pain while my anus opened to accommodate the largest diameter of the plug. Suddenly I felt my anal muscles close as they closed over the narrow neck. I was then permitted to stand up again.

[hirarandi]

Kelly never ceased to arouse my curiosity and did just that when she asked me if I had a prescription for my corrective lenses. I replied that I always carried one with me in case I needed an emergency supply of contacts. Kelly had me give it to her. 

"I assumed, pet, that I must now confirm. You can ride a bicycle, can't you?

"Yes, ma'am, I can," I replied gulping.

"Excellent, I love to ride, and it is great exercise. Since I happen to have two bikes, you and I will be riding them a lot. We can start right now since our appointment is only a couple miles away."

"Wearing a mini skirt and no panties?" I exclaimed.

"Of course, pet. Trust me. You'll love the experience."

Gawd, I cannot remember the last time I felt that self-conscious. Yes, even more than in the hotel and mall. All I could think about during the whole ride was whether I was exposing anything as the wind whipped my skirt around. I must admit, though, that she was right. Sitting with my bare pussy on that banana seat and having the air flow under my skirt was exhilarating, not to mention the pressure of the dildo being pushed into me each time I went over a bump. About half way to our destination, Kelly asked if I liked it. When I jokingly replied that is was almost as good as swimming in the nude, said, "Just wait until I introduce you to nude horseback riding." I wondered if she was teasing.

Our destination was in a strip mall. We locked our bikes in front of a hair and nail salon and went inside. Two females and one male were working on customers. One of the females walked over and gave Kelly a hug. "Thanks for taking us so quickly, Tamara," Kelly said.

"Not a problem, Kelly," you helped me by filling an empty chair. One of my customers cancelled her appointment just before you called. I'll be finished with Marcie in about ten minutes." Looking towards me, she commented, "And this must be Kim." Kelly confirmed her statement and Tamera hugged me, too. "Glad to meet you, Kim. Kelly told me you were new in town. I hope you will become one of my regular customers." Without waiting for a reply, she returned to her client.

Kelly and I sat in the waiting area. "Is she...," I began.

"A Venus Coterie member? No, she is just an old friend and an excellent hair stylist." Then she added, "Otherwise she would have called you Kimmy." I grinned.

Tamara's comment to me about becoming a regular customer should have been a clue, but I didn't pick up on it. I hadn't realized that I was the one with the appointment until Tamera said, "OK, Kim. You're next."

"Do I need to remind you that you should agree with anything I say, slut?" Kelly whispered.

"No, ma'am, you don't."

"Do not embarrass your Mistress!" Those butterflies started fluttering in my stomach again.

[hirarandi]

I stared at Kelly. "Well, what are you waiting for, pet? Get your butt over there," she said softly. I realized I would have to be a little more careful when sitting because my ID tag was a little askew and got caught sideways when I plopped down in the chair, causing me to wince. Kelly knew what happened and just grinned.

"What can we do for you, Kim?" Tamera asked.

Since I had no idea what was going on, as Kelly had intended, she spoke for me, "Kim wants a new look. I recommended a pixie style with light blond highlights. She wasn't quite sure if that would look good on her. What do you think, Tam?"

Tamera studied me for a few moments before saying, "You know, Kim, I think your face is perfect for a pixie, and the coloring would enhance the look."

"You're the expert," I said, reluctantly. "Let's do it." She had no idea how obedient I was being and I'm sure she didn't see the tear that formed in the corner of my eye. I was proud of my long hair and didn't want to lose it. Kelly and I had even discussed how much I liked it. How could she do this to me? And why was I not refusing? I knew I could simply say my safe word and walk out, but I did not make the slightest attempt to move. I remained...totally obsequious; totally obedient to the desires of my Mistress. To do otherwise would be to embarrass her; and she had ordered me not to do that. Invisible bonds forced me to silently accept the inevitable and remain in the chair. She owned me for a month, and I was proud to be hers. The hair would grow back.

"Kim, my shop participates in helping a charity that makes wigs for cancer patients. The length of your hair qualifies for a donation. Would you be willing to let us do that in your name?" Tamara asked. I quickly agreed. At least that would make my loss more palatable. Underneath I realized that I was a little pissed at Kelly. What a dichotomy.

When Tamara turned around to get everything ready, Kelly leaned down and whispered, "Do you realize that you are wrinkling your skirt, pet?" I lifted my butt enough to pull the garment out from under me. She threw me a kiss and sat in a chair along the opposite wall to watch. She made a gesture, understood only by me. I spread my legs just enough that she could see my bare pussy. She smiled.

Nearly an hour later, Tamara finished my makeover and turned my chair around so I could look into the mirror. I was pleasantly surprised with the end product. In fact, I liked it. 

While Tamera was cleaning her station, Kelly stepped over and whispered, "White with silver sparkles, pet," and sat back down." 

I quickly understood what Kelly meant when Tamera said, "Do you want polish after your manicure, Kim?"

"Yes, please, white with silver sparkles." 

Kelly broke in, "Didn't you once tell me that you thought about putting your initial on your index finger, Kim?"

"Oh, I did. Would you do that, too, Tamara?" I knew it was Kelly's initial, not mine.

Kelly paid, telling Tamera that it was her treat.

Once outside, Kelly said, "You were perfect in there, pet. So much so that I will forgive you for forgetting the rule about sitting on your skirt. Thank you."

"You are most welcome, Mistress. I guess I have a confession to make. Is it OK that I was pissed that you were forcing me to cut my long hair?"

"I would be disappointed if you weren't pissed, pet. In fact, you can be pissed at your Mistress any time if you don't let it show and you still obey her," she chuckled. "I must tell you though that you don't know how lucky you are."

"Why is that, Mistress?"

"One of the traditions of the society when a new submissive is initiated, is that her head must be completely shaved. They waived that tradition since our agreement is temporary. However, once you agree to a more permanent arrangement..."

"Are you teasing me, Mistress? You wouldn't really do that to me, would you?" Her grin neither confirmed or denied my fear.

"We do permit the initiate to wear a wig when in public, until her hair is presentable again, but only when her Mistress considers it necessary."

"Oh!" I wondered if and when my Mistress would consider it necessary.

There was a national optical store in the same complex as the hairdresser. When Kelly said that I needed a set of glasses, I commented, "But, ma'am, I haven't worn or owned a pair of glasses since I was a sophomore in high college."

"Not even as a back-up?"

"I know it sounds crazy, but, not even as a backup, ma'am."

Kelly looked at me and smiled. I think you got your original statement wrong, though, pet."

"I don't understand, Mistress."

"You said that you hadn't worn glasses since high college. You meant that Kimberly hasn't. You are wearing my collar, so while Kimmy has never worn glasses, that period has been very short. I think Kimmy might look very sexy when wearing glasses and want to see if I am correct."

"Yes, ma'am," I said gulping, and dutifully followed her into the store.

We were immediately approached by a sales clerk. "Good afternoon. My name is Miriam. May I help you?" she asked.

Kelly took over. "Yes, you may. My friend hasn't worn glasses for years and would like to switch from her contacts for a while."

Looking at me Miriam asked, "Do you have any particular style in mind?"

I glanced at Kelly, who said, "I think you mentioned two pair, didn't you, Kimmy? One with black rims and a pair of rimless, both in oval shapes."

"That's correct," I said to Miriam. 

She glanced from me to Kelly, back to me again, and said, "You're in luck. We're having a two-for-one sale today. You'll get the least expensive pair for free. Come with me to the display area and you can try some on. 

When Miriam handed me the first pair, Kelly said, "Let me pick the best-looking pair for you, Kimmy. You know I'll be more objective than you will." After I had tried on about a dozen pair Kelly selected the two she liked best and I gave the prescription to Miriam.

"This is a prescription for contact lens, as you know. We do have conversion tables, but we would also like to double check by giving you a quick exam, free of charge." I agreed that would be best. After the exam she said, "If you want to shop somewhere while we make your glasses, they should be ready in about an hour." I paid for glasses I didn't need.

Walking out of the store I said to Kelly, "Couldn't we just get plain glass lenses and I could wear them over my contacts, Mistress."

"No way, pet. That would be cheating. Besides, now that I have seen how beautiful Kimmy looks in glasses, I think she will be wearing glasses often for her Mistress. I'm glad we got a special price on the second pair."

From there we rode our bikes to the indoor mall and entered a store named "Things Remembered." Kelly introduced me to the manager, Nicole, who handed her a small, wrapped package. After a short, nondescript conversation, Kelly paid for her purchase and we left. Teasing her, I asked her if she knew someone in every business in town. Her reply was that she was sure there must be a couple stores where she didn't.

On the way out of the mall, Kelly suddenly turned and dragged me into an upscale woman's shop. "I want you to buy a new blouse to wear to work tomorrow, pet." I watched as she selected a beautiful white silk, long sleeve blouse. "This will be perfect," she said, handing it to me. I looked at the price tag and almost choked. While I do not consider my clothes inexpensive, I had never paid one hundred and twenty dollars for a blouse. She then removed my credit card from her purse and said, "Don't worry, Pet, you are definitely worth it. You need to spend more money on yourself" I thanked her, knowing that I always wanted to splurge, but was too fiscally conservative. "Yes, there is freedom in bondage," I again chuckled to myself.

We picked up my new glasses on the way home.

There was a single-drawer console table and large mirror next to the closet in the foyer of Kelly's house. When we walked inside, I immediately saw that my collar and a padlock had been neatly placed on the top of the table. "Maybe that's what she asked Sam to do," I thought.

"OK, Kimmy. Go to the bedroom and remove your contacts." When I returned, she handed me the black rim glasses. "Put them on, look at yourself in the mirror, Kimberly and tell me who you see."