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

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Her use of my given name threw me for a loop. I thought about the question for a long time. After serious introspection I sensed her intent and understood that I must verbalize the truth of the moment. "May I begin my answer with a negative, Kelly?"

"Yes, you may."

"I do not see the woman you just addressed, Mistress. To begin with, Kimberly is a very conservative person. As we have previously discussed, she would never wear glasses. Nor would she dress in revealing clothes like the person staring at me from the mirror. In addition, Kimberly's hair has been long since the age of eight. She would never cut her hair that short. I pulled down my tube top to expose my nipple rings and raised the front of my skirt. Kimberly would be wearing a bra and panties. She would not have pierced nipples and labia or permit an ID tag to be attached to her neither lips. The person in the mirror is, of course, a perfect image of the person standing on this side of the mirror. By logical deduction, I do not, therefore, see Kimberly. Neither do I see Kim. Because Kim is simply a contraction of Kimberly, Kimberly and Kim are the same person. The only other person I can think of is the one who was reborn yesterday morning and renamed Kimmy by her Mistress. The person in the mirror is wearing a substitute collar given to her by her Mistress. Ma'am to answer your question, the person I see in the mirror is definitely Kimmy, slave of Mistress Kelly."

"Kimmy, as I said before, you are a true jewel. I expected a simple answer and you dazzled me with something nearly poetic. But then I guess I should not have expected less. The next question, of course, is, 'Do you like the person you see in the mirror?'"

"Truthfully, I do, Mistress. I no longer want to see Kimberly or Kim. I want to see Kimmy, because you own Kimmy and I want to be owned by you."

Kelly opened the drawer and pulled out ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and four padlocks.

"Put these on, then, Kimmy."

"Shall I remove my tennis shoes and socks, Mistress?"

"Not at this moment. We can deal with them later if I decide that's what I want."

"May I sit down to put them on, Mistress?"

"Yes, you may and thank you for asking both times." She stood and watched as I obeyed her order. It is difficult to describe the look on her face. It was obvious that she was proud of me, which made me feel wonderful. As soon as I finished, she handed me the collar and lock, told me not to put them on, and said to follow her. We went into the den where she sat on a chair and ordered me to "rest."

"Pet, I have a set of rules that you must follow each time you arrive home. I say a set, because there are several, depending on circumstances.

"If we arrive together, like today, I will simply tell you how I want you to prepare yourself. Usually we will not be together during the day, except on weekends. I imagine I will normally arrive home first and will be waiting for your arrival. In any case, your collar and lock will always be on the table when you arrive. In fact, it will be your duty to insure the collar and lock are on the table before you leave, if you are not going to wear them outside the house.

Right now, I want you to kneel, hold the collar out on your outstretched hands, palms turned up, and ask me to put it on you. I rose to the kneeling position, and said, "Mistress, please honor me with the privilege of wearing your collar." I could see that she was surprised, and pleased, by my unexpected phrasing, and the fact I referred to the collar as hers."

She stood, walked behind me and buckled the collar around my neck. My heart nearly skipped a beat when I heard the padlock snap shut. 

"Except when you are at work, you normally will be with me, Allyson and/or Sam. As we previously discussed, Allyson or Sam will be your temporary Mistress and you will obey them as you obey me. Whomever is you will give you specific instructions to follow when you enter the house. When you return home from work, you will simply follow one of the following procedures:

"As soon as you enter the foyer, remove all your clothes, fold them neatly and place everything on the table. Check the drawer for cuffs. If you find any there, you will lock them on. If you find chains with the cuffs, lock them on too. If, for some reason, I want you to wear something special for me, that clothing will be on the table. You will, of course, put it on.

"If I am home, you will bring your collar to me, kneel, hold the collar in your hands, palms up, and ask me to put it on you in the manner you just followed. If I am not at home, you will leave the collar on the table until I arrive, at which time you will get it and kneel. Until I arrive you are free to do whatever you wish, unless otherwise forbidden, which is standard anytime I am not here with you."

"How will I know if you are at home?"

"I will text or call you or leave you a note on the table telling you that I will be gone. I may also call or text your cell to provide other instructions. Any lengthy instructions may be written on the note that I will leave on the table. I do realize that there will be times you may not be able to answer a call or text, but if I do leave a message, you will reply as soon as possible. If you sense a long delay, text me a short note immediately to let me know. 

"At times, I may ask Allyson or Sam to be here when you arrive. The only difference is that you will not ask them to put my collar on you.

"Is there anything you do not understand?"

"No, ma'am."

"Excellent. It is nearly six. When we have time, I will expect you to prepare all of our meals unless I have elected to eat out which is the case tonight." She handed me a key and said, "In case you hadn't noticed, all the locks are keyed alike. You may remove your ankle cuffs for now."

The Harley was our transportation again. I can't explain the reason, but the feeling of wearing a miniskirt and having the Hog vibrating between my legs and under my naked ass was much more intense than it was on Friday. (Maybe it was my new rings.)

I was surprised when we pulled into Lisa's parking lot again. I was even more surprised when she pulled a leash from the saddlebags and clipped it to my collar. "You may walk beside me, pet." She held the leash in her left hand and intertwined the fingers of her right hand with those of my left. The connections made it feel like I belonged to her, and I did.

Rebecca greeted us again as we entered. She hugged both of us. To me she whispered, "You were wonderful last night, Kimmy."

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied.

"I love your new hairstyle, too," she added. "And the glasses are very sexy."

For the third night in a row we walked to the same table, even though Lisa's was nearly full. Teasing, I commented, "Is this your own personal table, Mistress?"

Kelly smiled that knowing smile at me and said, "Yes, pet. You could say that. It is usually reserved for me except when they know I won't be here."

I was impressed. "You come here that much!" I exclaimed.

Instead of sitting down, she turned and led me towards the office. "We need to discuss something important, pet. I have already told you that there will be no secrets between us. However, I may not reveal everything at once. Tonight, I will add another piece to the puzzle that is your Mistress." When we entered the office, I thought about the fact that this is where my initiation had started twenty hours before and wondered what was in store for me now.

Kelly pulled the chair out from under the desk and said, "Sit down, pet." When I obeyed, she told me to open the top left desk drawer. "In it you will find several sheets of Lisa's letterhead stationary. Take one out and read it." The first thing I noticed was the name, "Lisa's Hideaway, LLC," beautifully engraved at the top center along with its address. The surprise was immediate. I saw Kelly's and Allyson's names and the titles "President and Vice-President," directly beneath the restaurant's name and address.

"You are the officers?" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Yes, my wonderful pet. Not only are we officers, we are the majority owners. If you remember, I told you Allyson was a business owner as well as an Information Systems professor at the University. As I said, there is a lot I will tell you about myself, but I have only one deep dark secret left; one that I will reveal at the proper time and place." Leaving me hanging with those words, she continued to explain her involvement in Lisa's Hideaway. "Allyson and I are equal partners with, as I indicated, a majority ownership. Sam owns ten percent of the company. In addition, each employee is an owner. When hired, each new employee is asked to invest a minimum of five hundred dollars in the company stock. Because many of our new employees are cash poor, they can opt to pay through payroll deductions of twenty dollars a week. If they quit before paying their full subscription, we return the accumulated deposit and they receive no stock. After one year's service, each employee is paid a quarterly stock bonus based on a percentage of profits. Because they own part of the company, employees treat the customers as they would guests in their own home. In fact, we prefer to use the term "guest" rather than customer.

"Is that why Cheryl called you 'boss' last night?"

"Yes, pet. For a moment I was afraid that she let the proverbial cat out of the bag, but, thankfully, she covered her faux pas. I just did not want you to know, at that moment."

As I looked at the stationery, I also became very aware of a small symbol before and after the line bearing their names. It was a circle with what appeared to be an inverted cross on the bottom. I had to ask. "Mistress, I noticed that the ID tags that Sam and I wear also bear this symbol. May I ask its meaning?"

"I'm going to have to be careful with you, little one. You are extremely observant. It's the symbol for Venus and for the female sex. Soon after Allyson and I graduated from college, we purchased this place and named it Lisa's. While we were bisexual, we had many girlfriends who were gay and felt like there should be a place where they could gather and be themselves. From the beginning, Lisa's has been a lesbian bar. We do get heterosexual couples here who are tolerant of the lifestyle, but most of our patrons are female. A few of the women are neither lesbian or bisexual. They simply like to get away from the male species on occasion, just to relax." I picked up the meaning of her grin.

"Since Allyson and I were also into the B&D scene, we decided to start a group with similar leanings by selecting lesbian or bisexual female couples we met as customers and who were obviously into the scene. Initial meetings were in our home, but as we grew, Lisa's became our monthly meeting place. We continued to grow, finally deciding that we didn't want the group to get too large. We agreed to limit the membership to fifty Dominants and their significant others. After a couple of meetings, everyone decided we needed a name. A university ancient history professor suggested that Venus, the goddess of love and female sexuality, should be included in the name. Venus is associated more with male-female love and sexuality, but she is also the Roman equivalent to the Greek goddess Aphrodite, who is associated with Sappho through the latter's poems. The majority decided the name Venus was preferable to either Aphrodite or Sappho. Someone else suggested adding Coterie since we were a group of like leanings. The name Venus Coterie was immediately adopted. Since the upside-down cross is the symbol of Venus, we adopted it for our group and for Lisa's stationery.

"A few months ago, someone suggested that we add the pentacle to our symbols since the novel, "The DaVinci Code" provides a detailed narrative on Venus and indicates the pentacle is Her symbol. We may add one of her pentacles since most of us like the pentacle better and, as the book indicates, it is closely related to the natural order."



"The 'natural order'? I don't understand, Mistress."



"I have studied this in detail, pet, so I feel I can speak to it honestly. In early civilization, the female was revered and held in high esteem by humankind. The female goddess reigned supreme. After all, man came from the womb of the female. A male was not considered to be 'with god' unless he had communed, sexually, with a woman. Sex was a religious rite. Along the way, the male subjugated the female, made her a second-class citizen and made sex a sin. While "The DaVinci Code" is fiction, Dale Brown brings a lot of this history to light in his novel. It is interesting reading from that aspect.



"Is the Venus Coterie the other deep dark secret to which you alluded, Mistress?"



"Oh my, no, pet, it isn't. In fact, it's not even close." Then changing the subject, she added, "I think we had better move to the dining room."


Two glasses of wine were waiting for us when we returned to our table. My seat was to Kelly's right, not across the table as one might have expected. Kelly lifted her glass and said, "A toast to us, my darling pet?" I touched the rim of my glass to hers. "To the Fates that brought us together; may they live long lives." Without consulting, we intertwined our arms so that we were "connected" while sipping. As we stared into one another's eyes and sipped our wine, the most wonderful feeling I have ever had surged through my body.

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I was beginning to enjoy the fact that Kelly ordered for me when we ate out. She told me that once she was satisfied that she knew my likes and dislikes, my opinion would no longer be solicited. She even warned me that she would, on occasion, order what I didn't like, especially if I were being punished. After a leisurely meal, we headed home. As we pulled out of the parking lot, she placed her hand on my bare leg and said, "You're going to think I am crazy, pet, but we are going shopping again. I want you to buy more clothes for yourself. There is a T.J. Max nearby. Higher hemlines are in vogue right now and you look so damn good in the one you are wearing, we are getting more. Half an hour later I walked out of the store carrying a bag of six more minis and several tops. One skirt came with a leather belt that had large chrome grommets along its length. Kelly commented that the grommets would be excellent for bondage. I felt like most of the skirts would barely cover my ass. When I wore them, I would have to be careful even if my Mistress permitted me to wear panties. The very idea turned me on. Kelly was creating an exhibitionist out of a once-shy girl. On the other hand, it might be that I have always been an exhibitionist and only kept that desire repressed. Kelly was simply bringing these hidden attributes of my personality to the surface, and I liked it.

Immediately inside the house, Kelly ordered me to remove everything except my skirt. "I will be waiting for you in the den. Remain on all fours like a proper pet." I approached her on hands and knees less than a minute later. "You may prepare a pot of tea, Kimmy."

"Shall I bring one cup or two, Mistress?"

"Two, pet. Since you asked, you may join me. Had you not asked, I would sadly be enjoying my tea alone."

"Mistress, had I not asked, I would have only brought one cup. Your slave does not assume." I received a kiss for my honesty and politeness.

I served the tea on a tray, placing it, the pot and two cups on the end table while waiting for the tea to properly steep. I automatically knelt in front of her. She ordered me to rest. "Well, my little slut, tell me if you have enjoyed your time as my submissive pet so far. I need you to be honest. There will be times I will not permit you to express your inner feelings, but when I ask for them, I will always want complete honesty. You will never be punished for answering my questions truthfully."

"Thank you, Mistress. I can say that the only part I did not enjoy was when you whipped me with the cane during the initiation. However, at the same time, I will admit that it was, nevertheless, a highly erotic experience. Never did I ever think I could be sexually aroused by being spanked or whipped."

"As I explained, pet, some people are not turned on by sensual pain. I felt that you would be and am please I was right. I have a feeling that, in a short amount of time, you will get aroused by the mere suggestion that you are about to be whipped or spanked. My pet will confirm the theory of Pavlov's Dog."

"Ah, Mistress, because I already feel a tingle hearing you say it, I think you are correct. But then, my Mistress is never wrong!"

She grinned at my added comment. "That is excellent, because I may want to spank you on a regular basis simply for my own pleasure. Never have I had the desire to do that to anyone. And I feel a tingle from just suggesting the possibility." She then commented that the brewing tea might be ready. I took the hint, filled the two cups, handed her one, kept the other for myself, returning to my previously ordered position. While we held the cups tightly, as if warming our hands, Kelly asked, "Is there anything my pet would like her Mistress to do for her."

"Yes, there is, ma'am, but I do not think it is something that is proper for a slave to request."

"That decision is mine alone to make. I may not fulfil your desires, but I still need to hear them. As I just told you, there will never be penalties if you answer my questions with honesty."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "Mistress, I would like you to masturbate for me. Watching you will show me how you like to pleasure yourself and that will help me learn how to pleasure you better."

Even considering her comment about honesty, I wasn't sure how my request had been received. Kelly literally sat there, silently, staring at me for a long time as if she were contemplating what to do with me. It was strange watching her roll the cup back and forth in her hands while occasionally stopping only to take a sip of the tea. As for myself, I acted as nonchalant as possible. I tried my best to appear like an obedient submissive, watching my Mistress while sipping my own cup of tea.

It seemed like an hour had passed before she transferred the cup to her left hand, reached out with her right, and softly stroked my hair and the side of my face. Like the pet I had become, I leaned my head into her hand and purred like a kitten. The feeling of her love was intense as she commented, "Wow! I never saw that coming. I expected a more hedonistic request. 

"I want you to know that the only time anyone ever watched me masturbate was when my Mistress forced me to do it for her. Your request was honest and the absolute last thing I had expected. While you will not be punished, I will want to extract some payment for the privilege you are about to receive. I do not know how the Fates brought us together, my darling, but, as I have already said, and will most likely say again, I am glad they did. The Fates are, of course, female, so I am sure they knew that I needed you, and I think, that you needed me." Kelly stood and said, "Rise, my slave, and undress your Mistress."

My hands trembled as I obeyed. Once she was naked, I was ordered to kneel at rest. She sat, spread her legs, and said, "It will be much easier to fulfill your request if you remove my piercing, little one. Move closer so your knees are touching the sofa." In two days, Kelly had become my queen. I belonged to her, as her subject, and considered it a privilege to be able to touch her most holy place. I knelt and carefully removed the horseshoe and pendant. When I finished, I returned to my rest position.

Kelly then treated me to the most sensuous exhibition I had ever witnessed. I can barely describe it. The best I can do is say that she leaned back, moved her hips to the edge of the sofa, closed her eyes and started to play her body like a musical instrument. I was mesmerized watching her fingers move back and forth from vagina to clit to nipple and back. I could feel her rise up the ladder to the top of an erotic high. Fingers of one hand entered her vagina while the other hand squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. I watched slowly as her fingers slid through her folds, collecting her copious juices, then wet a nipple with them and massage them in. More juices were rubbed over her clit. She followed this routine over and over. While giving herself the ultimate pleasure, she was, at the same time, really teaching me how to please her as I had requested. What a wonderful gift I was receiving! I watched her breathing become faster and shallower. The desire to start masturbating myself was nearly overwhelming, but to do that I would have to ask permission. Nothing would make me interrupt her now. Once the signs of her impending climax started to become more evident, I anxiously waited for the explosion.

Suddenly she stopped and opened her eyes. She leaned forward, removed my glasses and in a halting voice explained, "My dear slut, your Mistress may have demonstrated how she pleasures herself, but there is no way that she is going to complete that act with her fingers when she has your lips and tongue at her disposal. It is time to make yourself useful."

Now, who in their right mind could resist an invitation like that, especially after having witnessed such a highly erotic exhibition? I leaned forward and thrust my tongue into Kelly's hot tunnel. A deep-seated moan of "Yes!" came from her throat. Her legs wrapped around my back while she simultaneously grabbed my hair to reposition my mouth and tongue over her blood-engorged clit. It only took a few seconds before a violent climax shuddered through her body. Her legs tightened around me and her hands strengthened their grip on my head as if she were trying to reverse the sequence of birth. Barely able to breathe, I could still inhale the wonderful scent of her sexual essence. As the pressure welding my mouth to Kelly's shrine eased, I was prepared to pleasure her more for as long as she desired. That was my desire, but it was not to be. Without relinquishing her grip on my head, she pulled me up and kissed my lips, wet with her juices, then hugged me tightly for the longest time. 

"Well, pet," she said, breaking the silent reverie, "I hope that satisfied your curiosity."

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you so very much for granting your slave such an honor."

"From the perspective of your Mistress, dear pet, that was so fantastic we will be doing it again!"

Kelly touched my nipple rings softly and said, "I know Sam cleaned these for you this morning and said that you should do it several times a day." I nodded and she continued, "Well, I want you to know that, since I now own this body, I will be the only one who will clean them. Run upstairs and bring me the Campho Phoenique and some Q-tips."

When I returned, the green bottle in hand, I noticed a rectangular strip of leather on Kelly's lap. Grommets lined the longer sides of the strip. A leather lace lay on the sofa beside her. I assumed these were bondage items but had no idea how they were to be used. 

I was ordered to kneel, facing away from my Mistress. "Put your arms behind your back and grip the opposite forearm as close to your elbow as possible." Once I complied, I waited patiently as she wrapped the leather around my forearms, and threaded the lace through the grommets, creating a tube that held my arms immobile. I then turned and knelt facing her while she patiently cleaned the hardened body fluids from each of my four rings before rotating the antiseptic coated metal through the pierced holes. I knew the pain would diminish somewhat each day as the healing process continued, but the intensity was still high. I closed my eyes to grin and bear the badges of my submission. "Since we have to work in the morning, maybe we should head for the bedroom."

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My facial expression indicated a look of disappointment, so Kelly asked, "What's wrong, pet? Don't you want to go to bed with your Mistress?"

"No, Ma'am, it's not that. It's just ..."

I hesitated to complete my sentence so long that Kelly admonished me. "Damn it, Kimmy. Out with it! You need to learn to always express your feelings and desires with me. Otherwise I will never get to know you properly. I did ask a question, and as I said earlier, I will never punish you for being honest; provided you are not insolent, of course. There will be times I will forbid you from doing so, but those times will be rare and will normally only be when we are fully in a scene. There will never be any doubt in your mind when you cannot speak freely."

"But you said you would extract some payment for the privilege of watching you masturbate. I assume that payment is to be a punishment."

Not fully understanding my intentions, she interrupted me and exclaimed, "And I also said that it would not be a punishment. I need to define the word punishment. I really use it in two contexts. In one case, I like to say that I am punishing you when I am simply administering erotic pain such as through spanking or whipping. We both now know that you enjoy erotic pain. Therefore, I could not use that to discipline you for committing an infraction of the rules I lay out for you. That form of punishment will be something you will not enjoy. For example, I now know you are turned on even when severely caned, but if you have achieved a climax just before the punishment, the same severe caning will produce pure pain. Most of the time I will use the word 'punish' in both contexts, but I think you will always be able to recognize the difference. You will know by my demeanor and tone of voice if nothing else."

"I apologize, Mistress. Your slut must have stated herself incorrectly. Otherwise you would have understood what she meant. I was going to ask if you intended to extract that payment tonight."

A wide grin crossed Kelly's face. "Ah, does my slut mean she prefers not to wait?"

"Yes, ma'am, that is exactly what she means," I replied with a smile.

Kelly rose, went to her desk, opened a bottom drawer, pulled out a rectangular box and returned to the sofa. She opened the lid of the box and held it so I could see inside. It was separated into two sections. In each section were folded slips of paper. Those on the left side were pink and those on the right were white. "The pink ones are discipline slips for true punishment," she explained, "and the white ones are for erotic punishment." I will use this box quite often to provide some diversity in our games, and to insure I do not select a method of discipline based strictly on my emotional state at the time."

You will usually pull the slip from the box to determine your punishment. Since you do not have use of your hands..." She pulled two white slips from the box and held one in each hand. "You may select by telling me to use the slip in my left hand or the one in my right."

"But Mistress, that is making a decision," I replied with a grin.

"Don't get smart with me, bitch," she exclaimed with a grin, "Or you will be getting both plus a pink slip."

"Yes ma'am. In that case, I choose the left."

Kelly read the slip and put it back in the box. "Come with me to our playroom, my little pet." She connected my leash to "her" collar and I followed her upstairs. Upon entry to the playroom, I immediately lost the skirt. We moved to the center of the room where she had me stand on two short 2"x4" boards placed about a foot apart. A short spreader bar was locked to my ankle cuffs which I assumed was to prevent me from slipping off the boards.

Two belts were buckled tightly around my body; one above my breasts and under my arms, and the other around my waist. Kelly threaded a rope through a ring attached to the front of the waist belt until the center of the rope was at positioned at the ring. I stood still while she passed the two ends between my legs, between the cheeks of my ass, and up through rings on the backs the two belts. Finally, she tied both ends to a ring attached to another rope that she passed over a hook hanging from a pulley in the ceiling. She moved to the wall in front of me and stopped beside a cleat attached to the wall.

I watched as she started pulling the rope to remove the slack in the rope until there was some pressure against my cunt then secured it around the cleat. She returned to me and adjusted the rope, so the two segments of the rope passed on either side of my labia then walked back to the wall and pulled on the rope until it was so tight against my cunt that I had to rise on my toes to reduce the pressure. I assumed that this might be a "no-no" but also hoped that I would not be in trouble because she hadn't said that I could not. To my surprise, she tightened the rope even more. I was now in a Catch 22. By standing on tiptoes, I could relieve some of the pressure of the ropes cutting into my vagina. But doing that quickly tired my toes and feet. If I relaxed the pressure on mt toes, my total weight rested on the ropes between my legs. I now understood the reason she had passed the ropes through rings at the backs of the two belts: this configuration kept me from falling forward. A moment later she pulled the ropes even tighter, lifting me so that my toes barely touched the 2 by 4s.

Kelly walked around the room, moving things for a couple minutes before returning to me and saying, "Well, is my pet enjoying her bondage?"

"Mistress, I don't think enjoy is the adjective I would personally use right at the moment."

The upward pressure of the rope was squeezing the flowers of my cunt and my clit together. Kelly pulled on my labia and ran her finger over my clit, eliciting an erotic gasp from my mouth. She smiled and said, "Your body says otherwise, dear. I think it is time for the next phase." Before I realized what she was doing, she kicked the wood from beneath my feet. While the drop of an inch and a half doesn't seem like much, my toes did not touch the hard surface of the floor. I had no way of relieving the pressure on my vagina. I was literally hanging in space, my entire weight bearing down on the rope between my legs, increasing the pain level exponentially. "I'll be back in ten minutes, pet."

"Thank you, Mistress," was all I could think to say. I had no way to estimate the time and those ten minutes seemed to be a lifetime. When she finally returned my mind was only concentrating on the pressure of the rope between my legs and the numbness I was sensing. Instead of releasing me, as I had hoped, she started sucking on my nipples. I know my moans of pleasure were music to her ears. I watched the top of her head as she started licking the sides of my breasts then slowly licked her way down my body. As I hoped, her goal was my goal. On her knees, she grasped my naked buttocks and pulled my clit to her mouth. The climax that followed was quick and violent. I had never screamed as loud during a climax as I did then. Have I said that before? I also attempted to rub my pubic area against her face as much as my bondage would permit. To my surprise, Kelly remained on her knees and sucked me to a second climax.

Kelly finally lowered me enough that I could put my feet flat on the floor. Holding the rope in her hands, she moved in front of me and grasped me in her arms. When she finally released the rope over the pulley, I collapsed against her like a wet dishrag. As soon as she was convinced I would not fall, she removed the two belts. The rope remained so imbedded in the folds of my cunt and ass, she had to pull it loose. She didn't remove the sheath around my arms before turning and walking away. I followed her to the bedroom, at the end of her leash, realizing I how much I had enjoyed the pain/pleasure she created.

"I don't know about you, but I need to pee before retiring, pet."

"So do I, ma'am."

Ordered to relieve myself first, I was somewhat embarrassed when she wiped me with a piece of toilet paper, since I was unable to wipe myself. I was even more embarrassed when she ordered me to kneel in front of her and watch as she peed. I found the watching the urine pour from her was yet another erotic experience. When she finished, without thinking I asked, "Would you like your slave to wipe you, Mistress?"

"Yes. That will be one of your regular duties, now. Since I don't intend to remove your bindings, tonight, you will have to use something other than toilet paper."

"Will that knowing grin ever cease?" I asked myself when I realized what she meant. Dutifully, but with some trepidation, I leaned forward and licked at the slightly salty remnants of her urine. I didn't find it as repugnant as I thought I would have.

"That was nice. No one has ever done that for me. You do realize that your tongue will be my toilet paper from now on when I pee, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"You should consider your Mistress' urine to be the wine of her body. Someday soon, when I think you are ready, I will give you the privilege of drinking her wine directly from the source." I was sure I could wait a long time to partake of that privilege. At the same instant, I wondered what it would be like.

Returning to the bedroom, she removed the arm binding and, after giving me time to stretch, told me to lie on the bed while she locked an ankle cuff to a chain that she had attached to an eyehook at the foot of the bed. "We both know this chain is not necessary, pet, but the symbolism of being able to restrain you like this turns me on. It solidifies the fact that you belong to me."

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"Mistress, I replied, "Just the sound of the lock closing gives me a feeling I cannot describe. All I need to do is use my safe word and you would release me. But I want to be chained to your bed because it also chains me to you."

The chain was long enough to give me freedom to move off the bed, but I couldn't really go anywhere. I wondered why she didn't use a shorter one. My question was answered when she opened a drawer and, removed a dildo and slowly strapped it on. Damn, it was like watching a reverse strip tease, only with a minimal amount of clothing. The extra length of chain would permit me to move about the bed while we made love, which we did for the next hour. 

I watched the dildo bob up and down as Kelly climbed onto the bed and moved over me. She delicately kissed my lips before moving down to my breasts, biting and sucking each one. "Now, my little one, I am going to fuck your eyes out."

"Oh, please don't do that, my Mistress, I need my eyes to see your beauty."

"Then I will just fuck you silly, my dear." She placed the head of her fake cock at the entrance to my tunnel of love and, with two quick strokes, rammed it home. I was so wet no additional lubrication was necessary. 

The sensation of being filled so quickly was fantastic. "Oh, my gawd, Mistress. Yes! Please fuck me!" I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tightly against me. I smiled to myself when I heard the rattle of the chain when I wrapped my legs over her hips. Instead of "fucking me silly" as promised, her thrusting slowed to a sensuous slow movement of making love. Her lips covered mine again and her tongue invaded my mouth, moving in and out in sync with the movement of her hips pushing and pulling the dildo. Soon I pushed her tongue back into her mouth with mine and began fucking her oral cavity in sync with the dildo, until I violently climaxed.

Kelly continued to lie on top of me for the longest time, passionately kissing, with the dildo still imbedded in me, until she surprised me by saying, "I want you to fuck me now, pet."

"Mistress?"

"Have you ever fucked anyone with a dildo, pet."

"No, ma'am, I haven't"

"I am pleased that I will be your first. Many mistresses will not permit a sub to be on top, but I will grant you that privilege. Remove the harness off me and strap it on yourself." Having watched Kelly put the harness on, made it easy for me to duplicate the process, although it wasn't quite as easy because I did it while still kneeling on the bed between her legs. She smiled watching me through the whole process. As soon as I finished tightening the final strap, she raised her arms to me and said, "Ok, little one, come and make love to your Mistress." 

As I was slowly thrusting the dildo into her and simultaneously kissing her, I understood why many mistresses forbid their submissive from ever being in the superior position. Fucking someone gives one the feeling of power, the feeling a sub should probably not have. I also realized that is the same reason some men try to subjugate women. They feel that their dick gives them power over the female. I was pleased that my Mistress was permitting me to love her in this way. 

Once Kelly climaxed, I discarded the dildo and harness, but not before she watched me lick all her juices from it. We remained on the bed, kissing and loving one another. Fingers trailed over bodies as if exploring and finding new territory for the first time. I was sucking on her nipple while slowly thrusting two fingers into her pussy when Kelly suddenly said, "Pet, your fingers feel so good, I am going to permit you another first. I want to feel you inside me, not a dildo."

"I don't understand, Mistress."

"I want to feel your hand inside me, dear. I want you to fist me." 

"I don't think I can, Mistress." 

"Are you saying that you don't know what fisting is, little one."

"I have heard of it, Mistress, but I am not sure I can do it."

"Of course you can, pet, because I want you to and you must do whatever your Mistress wants."

"You misunderstand, Mistress. What I mean is I cannot imagine how my fist could possibly fit inside you."

"Oh, little one. Think about it for a moment, if a baby can come out of my vagina, surely your fist can fit in. You may need to use a little lubricant, however. There is a bottle in the drawer on your side of the bed. I will instruct you the rest of the way."

Kelly scooted up to the head of the bed, put two pillows under her head and shoulders to prop herself up just enough to watch. Once I placed the bottle of lube on the bed and sat down beside Kelly with my feet towards her head, she slung one leg over mine and pulled her other leg up so her foot was close to her ass. For a moment I just stared at her vagina thinking about how much more beautiful it is when compared to the male penis. I don't mean to insult my male readers, but that is my opinion; the opinion of a converted lesbian. 

I slowly stroked her inner and outer lips until I had touched every part of her vaginal area, stopped only by Kelly's loving bark, "OK, slut, it's time to stop admiring your Mistress' pussy and start obeying her. You may begin by fucking me with two of your fingers like you were before. You won't need the lube yet. I must be dripping already." I affirmed her remark.

"May I taste you first, Mistress."

"You may, little one."

I slipped my index and middle finger into her canal, removed them and sucked on her sweet juices. I think I could have done that all night but had to obey her orders. After working the two fingers in and out a couple times Kelly told me to massage her g-spot before telling me to add a third, then eventually a fourth finger. Soon, when I pushed in, my hand was in her nearly up to my knuckles. "You are tight, Mistress. I don't think I can go any deeper."

"Oh, as I said before, dear, you can, and you will. Your hand feels so damn good already. It's time to spread some lube over your hand and knuckles." Once I did that, she told me to cup my hand slightly and put my thumb in the center of the cup and push harder. I felt her vagina yielding to the pressure, but stopped when she started moaning heavily, "Oh, fuck, pet, just push it in. I want to feel your whole hand inside me."

"But, Mistress, I don't want to hurt you."

I was surprised when she reached down, grabbed my wrist with both her hands and pulled hard forcing my hand to disappear up to the wrist. "Oh, my gawd, I screamed, it's inside you." 

I looked up and saw her eyes had turned to slits. The look on her face was one of amazement. "Fuck me, pet. Please move your hand." Two strokes later, she started to climax. I could both feel and see her body shaking. I started to pull my hand back out, but somehow she grabbed my wrists again and shouted, "No, leave it in, pet. I'll tell you when to stop."

Several minutes later, when she finally settled down, I was permitted to remove my hand. Knowing what she would want, I thoroughly licked her juices off it. "Damn, kimmy, you are amazing. After that demonstration, I think we each need one more round. Get on your back. We ended our love making session in a 69. 

We fell asleep, exhausted, Kelly on her back and I on my stomach, her arm under me and my hand grasping her breast.

In the morning, after performing our bathroom routines, including showering together, I dressed Kelly for the day. I also prepared breakfast. We ate at the table; she was clothed and I was naked. In fact, I remained naked until after the kitchen was clean. My clothes for work were already on the bed when Kelly advised me that it was time to dress. While Kelly had hinted at the possibility, or should I say probability, I saw that a bra and panties were not included in her selection. I was pleased, however, that she had selected one of my power suits with a jacket.

While she watched, I pulled on thigh highs and the white silk blouse we had purchased. My nipples and rings were quite evident beneath the material and I knew that I would not be removing the jacket all day. My surprise came when I pulled the skirt over my hips. It was one I brought with me, so I knew it should have ended just below my knees. Now it ended about three inches above them. "How..." I started to ask.

"That is the task Sam performed for me yesterday. She is an accomplished seamstress. I asked her to shorten all your skirts while we were out so they would meet my criteria for your clothing. You look sexier when you wear shorter skirts." Another part of Kimberly had disappeared. Correction, more of kimmy was appearing.

Finally, Kelly handed me the new black pumps with four-inch heels. I immediately knew this would be a test for me. I had never worn heels higher than two-inches to work. I wondered how I would be able to wear these until evening.

My plan for the day was to hold detailed information sessions, for small functional groups of employees, to inform them how the new software system would affect their areas. I had, of course, advised Kelly of this. Ergo, her selection of clothing met what she knew I could properly wear. At the same time, I knew, beyond a doubt, that I was going to be self-conscious about my new look and my naked condition underneath my prim and proper clothes.

I assumed Kelly intended to drop me off and was surprised when she tossed me the keys to her car. "I usually ride the Harley to college, pet. I don't think it would look appropriate for you to be on the back of it when you arrive at work."

She was right, of course, but I said, "But, Mistress, I've never driven an expensive car like that. What if something happens?" (In case I forgot to mention it, her car is a BMW Z4).

"I would consider that to be grounds for an extremely heavy caning session," she chuckled, then added, "maybe one worthy of being done in public at Lisa's."

"That is incentive enough for me to be EXTREMELY careful, Mistress," I chided.

The morning sessions went quite well, and since I involved myself intensely in my work, I quickly forgot about my "condition." The last lecture before lunch was given to a section of the warehouse personnel. I had each person prepare cards to be placed in front of them so I could easily learn their names and position. I have found that being able to address people by their name creates a bond of friendship and makes training easier. Learning their names also gives me the advantage of not having them introduce themselves again when I started working on a one-to-one basis during the actual installation. At the end of the lecture, just before lunch, one of the supervisors approached me. "What can I do for you Sandra?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if you would mind having lunch with me," she replied. "There are some issues I need to discuss with you as soon as possible."

Quite often, as I got deeper involved in installations, I would schedule working lunches with one or more of the employees, but was usually free this early in the program, and knew I would enjoy the company. Hunter had an excellent buffet line in their café. We both selected Caesar salad (I had taken a menu home and Kelly had pre-approved this for today). While we were in line, Sandra asked if I had cut my hair over the weekend. I confirmed that I had and wondered when she had seen me. I thought her face was familiar, but I hadn't been in the warehouse yet. Sandra suggested a table across the room that was unoccupied and somewhat removed from the other employees, explaining, "What I want to tell you is a little personal and not work related. I don't want to be overheard." My curiosity was piqued.

After we each had taken a bite of our salad, Sandra looked at me and said, "I wanted to have some private time with you because I have to make a confession. Do you realize that we have already been introduced?"

"I did think your face looked familiar, but I just assumed I had seen you around the plant since you are a supervisor. Truthfully, though, I do not remember being formally introduced. Saying that is embarrassing because I pride myself in being able to easily remember names and faces."

"I'm sure you don't remember because of your state of mind when we met." Her comment only increased my confusion. She continued, "Let me explain in a circuitous way, because, as I indicated, what I have to say is personal and I need you to know so it doesn't interfere with our working relationship. When you introduced yourself to the class this morning, you said your name is Kimberly, but you prefer that we call you Kim." I nodded assent. "May I assume that kimmy is your slave name, then?"

My eyes got as big as saucers and my mouth opened so quickly, I am sure she heard my chin hit the table.

[hirarandi]

I could feel the heat of embarrassment in my face when Sandra's comment revealed that she had knowledge of my submissive relationship. My initial response was, of course, emotional panic. I didn't want anyone outside the membership to know; especially anyone where I was working. Kelly assured me that the secrecy of the Society was sacrosanct among the members. How did Sandra find out? 

Needless to say, instead of keeping my mouth shut I panicked "Ohmygawd! This can't get out. I'll lose my job! Ho...How...How...," I stuttered.

Sandra respectfully interrupted me by holding her finger against her lips, smiled, and completed my sentence for me. "How did I know that you were Kelly's slave?" I nodded. "I was at your initiation Saturday night. When I saw you there, I knew you looked familiar, but couldn't place you. Your hair is different today, so I didn't recognize you when I first entered the classroom. As the morning progressed, I finally realized you were our new member. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm glad that you 'are one of us.' It is important, to me, fort you to know that I am also a member of the Society."

I was a still a little upset, more from embarrassment than anything else. "Shit, how many others around here know?" I asked.

Sandra understood the antagonistic tone of my question. "You needn't be concerned, Kim. Your secret is safe." Holding up her hand she displayed a ring like mine. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before when she added, "I guess you could say that we are sisters in the scene. Nearly every Society submissive wears an 'O ring' like ours, only a few wear it 24/7. It's all up to the Mistress. I also wear an ID tag like yours. Only the engraving is different. To answer your question, only one other person in the company knows you are a slave and that is because she is a member of the Society and is my Mistress. I probably shouldn't have told you, because you will now wonder about each person you see."

"Then just tell me her name."

"I can't. It is against the rules of the Society. Only the member is permitted to divulge her status, unless you see her at a meeting or get-together first, just like I saw you. I must tell you that, on Saturday night I mentioned to Mistress that you looked familiar. She did not reveal that you were the person installing our new software, even though I now realize that she knew. She let me discover that on my own. When I was initiated, I was so traumatized that I didn't remember a single face that was there. I'm sure it is the same for you." I smiled and nodded to confirm her statement.

"Mistress Kelly hasn't mentioned any rules like that to me."

"She probably doesn't think you need that information yet. Trust me when I say that she is positive you will not divulge your situation to anyone at this stage in your submissive life. I also know she will need to explain all our rules of secrecy to you soon. I'm sure there hasn't been a reason for my Mistress to reveal her identity to you, yet. I know she will introduce herself to you as soon as she can. As I said, when I was positive you were the same person I watched being initiated, I knew I had to introduce myself as quickly as possible since we will be working closely together the next few months. It wouldn't be right for you to see us some night at Lisa's without knowing."

With a sigh of relief, I thanked her and laughed when she commented, "I bet Kelly has found a way to insure you will be aware of your status all day, right?" When I nodded and whispered that I was not wearing underwear, she added, "I'm not wearing panties. If I didn't work in the warehouse, I'd be wearing a skirt. Mistress really doesn't like me to wear pants, but they are a necessity in my position most of the time.

"Because I am a submissive and a slave, most of my friends are in the Society. We are all very close and will do anything for one another. I am sure it will be the same for you."

During our continuing conversation, I learned that she had belonged to her mistress for nearly ten years. Not knowing her exact age, I assumed she was younger than 20 when she became a submissive. As we parted, she promised we would get together outside of work, and added with a grin, "when our Mistresses permit, of course." We only had a few more minutes to talk. One of Sandy's coworkers joined us, so the conversation had to change.

I had a meeting scheduled with the CIO after lunch. We covered my schedule for the week and outlined a tentative schedule for the following two weeks. As we talked, I continually wondered if she was Sandy's Mistress. I knew I would wonder the same about every woman I met in the company until she revealed herself, as Sandy had indicated she would. Near the end of the hour she said, "Kim, I normally don't comment on an employee's wardrobe, and it would be especially improper to comment on what a consultant wears, but in your case, I feel it is necessary. Would you permit me to be a little personal?"

"Oh, shit!" I thought. "Here it comes. She is going to tell me that my short skirt is out of line. Well, we must work together for several months, so I had better let her get it out of her system. I only wondered what Kelly's reaction will be."

"Yes, ma'am, woman to woman, I appreciate your opinion. Please go ahead." Her name was Diane. She had been sitting behind her desk all the time we talked. Now she stood and walked around her desk. I could not help but notice her very expensive white shirt, grey slacks and black heels. The crisp creases of the shirt indicated she used a professional laundry and the diamond cuff links sparkled. She leaned against the edge of the desk and said, "Please don't be offended, and let me finish before you say anything. 

"You and I had numerous face-to-face meetings over several months before the final contract was signed, both here and in your office. Hunter's board conducted several meetings in which you were not involved, although all your notes and estimates were a vital part of those meetings. Your extensive knowledge of systems, networks and hardware impressed me so much that I insisted you had to lead the installation before I would sign a contract." I couldn't imagine where this was leading or what it had to do with my wardrobe, but I let her continue without comment. "I must tell you that, collectively, I feel your knowledge in these areas is greater than anyone I know in the business." She then added, with a smile, "Other than my own, of course."

"I only had one worry. I thought the way you dressed was, well, shall I say, somewhat matronly as well as old fashioned. While your age is about equal to most of the employees in this company with whom you are working, I though some of them would be put off by your choice of clothing, even though your outfits were always quite professional. I didn't let that influence my decision, because I felt it would be discriminatory. Your knowledge overpowered any negative thoughts about your clothing. 

"I don't know what happened over the past weekend, but I was quite surprised when I saw you arrive this morning. Besides being improper, I know it is politically incorrect in this day and age to comment about one's appearance in the workplace. Comments alone can often lead to termination and lawsuits, but I want tell you that you look quite good." 

I was floored. "Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me like this. I must admit that I thought you were going to say I was dressed inappropriately. I guess I have had a difficult time accepting the fact that I need to change my old ways. I spent the weekend with a close friend, and she insisted that I needed a new wardrobe and even took me shopping. You just confirmed that she was correct in her assessment." I figured a little white lie, or a lie of omission was permissible in this situation. 

"Trust me, Kim. This new look will get you a lot farther in your career, and faster, I might add. Regretfully, the workplace is, and always will be sexist oriented, whether you are looking from the view of a male or a female. Some feminists might object to your 'new look,' but I can guarantee that, with your brains, you are better off adding flair to your clothing. I want to tell you that you should never return to your old styles."

I smiled at this last remark. "I don't think that will be a problem, ma'am. I like the change and am positive it will be permanent."

"I wish you would not call me ma'am, Kim. We aren't that far apart in age. Please call me Diane."

"Yes, ma'am, I mean Diane. I will." We both started laughing.

[hirarandi]

"Now I have one more thing to tell you. The primary reason I wanted to meet with you today wasn't to discuss your wardrobe, but to tell you that I will not be around to supervise the rest of our new installation. As you know, Hunter is a subsidiary of a much larger company. I have been promoted to Vice President and CIO for Information Systems of our parent company This promotion happened before I signed your contract, but they decided to withhold the announcement until they found a replacement for my position here. During my discussions with the Board of Directors, I convinced them that you would be able to champion this installation without anyone looking over your shoulder. That was their biggest concern about letting me vacate this position now. My last day will be May 30. 

Because I sold your attributes so well, they haven't even started a job search for my replacement which could take several months to complete. In fact, they do not plan to announce my departure until the last minute, so you cannot mention it to anyone. Until they do name a replacement, I will remain CIO, but in name only. Would you be willing to be my deputy CIO? I know it is outside the parameters of your contract, but you know our systems as well as I do. All I ask is that you smooth out any bumps that occur. Our president has talked to yours and they both approve. You just cannot make any official management decisions. You will have to make recommendations to me by phone or email for approval. There won't be any pay for your services. However, you will receive a letter confirming your services in case you ever need it for a resume."

"I am surprised and honored that you, and your board, have that much confidence in me, Diane."

"You've already proven yourself. There is no doubt in anyone's minds."

As I started to leave the room Diane said, "Oh, by the way, Kim, I love the glasses, too. You've always had sexy eyes. Somehow the glasses enhance them. And, for the record, I did not say that." We both laughed.

The rest of the day progressed as scheduled, although I was a little self-conscious, during each class, wondering if any woman in the audience might be Sandy's Mistress. She hadn't revealed herself by the end of the day, and I had met with nearly every group in the company. 

A text from Kelly said to call her cell before I left the building. She answered almost immediately, "I'll probably be at the office another half-hour pet. I want you to meet me at Lisa's, but first you need to go home and change clothes."

My collar and a hand-written note were waiting on the table. "Strip in the foyer as usual. Fold your clothes neatly and carry them to the bedroom. Your clothes for tonight and additional instructions are on the bed. You may take a bath or shower if you desire."

Once naked, I went directly to the bathroom. I am a clean freak and normally take at least two showers a day. I was pleased Kelly was giving me a chance to wash the remnants of the day from my body. I laughed as I drew my bath. One thing I didn't have to worry about any more was pinning my hair up to keep it from getting wet. My new Pixie cut took care of that problem. Kelly was not home and hadn't given me any time frame, so I could take my time (and not bathe in her "used" water). I added some bath oils and relaxed with the warmth of the perfumed water surrounding me, thinking about the transformation my life had taken over the past seventy-two hours. I felt great about the change. Almost in a trance, my hands wandered to my cunt to feel the smooth surface, the rings and the tag. I wanted to masturbate in the worst way but knew Kelly would not approve and I would feel guilty if I didn't confess. I could only hope she would grant me the privilege later, or even better, do it for me.

Finally, nearly waterlogged, I got out, dried off, and looked in the mirror at the "new me," haircut, rings, ID tag, et al. I was never ashamed of my body, but always tried to hide it from others. Suddenly, I realized that I now was beginning to prefer nudity to clothes.

The clothes Kelly had laid out were minimal: A leather vest, leather mini skirt, flat sole ankle booties, and, to my surprise, a string bikini that tied at the sides. I put the bikini on first and used neat bows to tie the sides together. The vest and skirt had features that were hidden to me until I picked them up: each was laced from top to bottom on both sides. The resulting gaps, about an inch wide, revealed bare skin. That I was nearly naked underneath would be obvious to even the most casual observer. In fact, one would have to look hard to see the string of the bikini through the side openings. It appeared as if I was not wearing panties. The front panels of the vest also laced together, but not tight, leaving a gap that was larger than at the sides. The biggest surprise was two holes in the front of the vest. Understanding the obvious purpose of these holes, I pulled my rings through and the nipples followed. The holes were slightly smaller than the rings, which kept the rings from slipping back through, insuring they (and my nipples) stayed on the outside. After I put on the boots and looked at myself in the mirror, only one word came to mind: "hooker." I couldn't believe that Kelly expected me to walk out of the house looking like one. What if one of the neighbors sees me? Even worse, what if a security officer officer stops me? I had no choice. "This is what Kelly wants me to wear, and I will obey her. After all, I am her slut," I thought.

A note on the bed simply said that one more set of instructions awaited in the drawer of the hall table. I went to the foyer, opened the drawer and started reading. "Are your nipples as hard as I expect them to be, pet?" They were. "You really are a slut, you know. One of these days I will convince you." I chuckled to myself. Little did she realize that I was already convinced! "Nevertheless, you are correct in your thoughts. I can't let you go out of the house with your nipples exposed. There are two rectangular leather patches in the drawer. They have Velcro along the edges. Attach them to the front of the vest to hide your nips until I expose them again. I'll bet you were so worried about being seen that you missed the little Velcro strips on the vest." Damn, she was right again. I quickly attached the patches before continuing to read the note.

"You will also find two chains in the drawer. The smallest one is the wristlet for your 'O' ring. As before, lock the bracelet portion on with the small heart-shaped padlock. Clip the smaller chain to the ring on the top of your 'O' ring.

"Attached to the other chain are three bells and an engraved charm. The chain is to be worn as an anklet and should be locked on with the larger heart-shaped padlock. The charm was heart shaped and engraved with the words, "Mistress Kelly."

"Put my collar around your neck but do not lock it on. Carry the lock and present it to me, as you would the collar. Now come to me, my pet. I will be waiting for you at Lisa's. Stephanie is the maître d' tonight. She will lead you to me when you arrive." 

I hadn't taken the last sentence literally, until Stephanie removed a leash from the podium and clipped it to my collar. As I followed Stephanie, at the end of the leash, across the room to my waiting Mistress, I wondered when I would get used to being on display as her pet. I felt as though every eye in the restaurant was following each step I took and knew they could see the heated flush of embarrassment move over my face. Simultaneously, I was proud that they would know I belonged to Kelly. As we walked across the floor, I saw that Allyson and Sam were seated at Kelly's table. "Your pet has arrived, boss," Stephanie announced. 

Kelly turned her chair sideways, accepted the leash and used it to pull my head towards her. My legs weakened when our lips touched, and her tongue penetrated my mouth. The tension on the chain relaxed and Kelly pulled her head back. "Kneel and rest, Kimmy.

I asked her to lock her collar on me. She did, while the rest of the customers watched, then asked, "Well, what does my little pet think of the outfit her Mistress selected?"

"To be honest, Mistress, when I saw my image in the mirror, I thought I looked like a hooker."

"Mission accomplished. I would love to take you out to stand on the corner. I am positive you would have a john make you an offer within minutes. You definitely appear as though you are 'looking for cock.' I'd love to see the look on the john's face when you refuse his offer and inform him that you are hooked on pussy."

She laughed at the 'you wouldn't' look on my face and said, "Don't worry, pet. It's a little too early in your training for that, however, someday... maybe sooner than you think ..." She wouldn't do that to me, would she?

"Are you pleased with the panties I selected for you?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you very much. They add a little modesty when one wears a short skirt. They do feel rather unusual, though, since I haven't worn any for most of the last three days," I laughed.

"Well, I thought you would be a little over-exposed without them," she replied, grinning. Before I knew what was happening, she pulled the patches off the front of the vest, displaying my ring-clad nipples. 

"Mistress," I whispered, "We're in public. What..."

"Don't worry, pet. I don't think any of our patrons will complain." She then removed a gold chain from her purse and attached the ends to my rings. "Perfect!" she said. "You may now sit at the table with us." Instead of removing my leash, she simply coiled it and laid it in her lap, when I took my place next to her.

As was now our routine, Kelly ordered for me. We sipped on our wine while waiting for the food to arrive. Conversation then, and during the meal, was what one would normally expect between four women dining together. Only the collars that Sam and I wore, my leash, and my clothing conveyed the difference between our table and the rest of the patrons in Lisa's. Well, at least most of them.

When we finished eating, Kelly surprised me by asking for the keys to the car which she immediately gave to Sam. In answer to my silent, questioning look, she said, "I asked Allyson if Sam could drive it home for us pet. There is an hour or so of light left and I want to go for a spin on the bike."

Quite embarrassed because she hadn't replaced the patches over my nipples, I walked beside her as we crossed the parking lot to the Harley. Once beside the bike, she removed the leash and stored it in the saddlebags. To my surprise, she pulled out the dildo that she had showed me Friday evening. "I think it is time you ride my little friend for a while, pet. Lose the bikini."

"Little friend!" I thought, as I watched her strap the fake cock to the rear of the seat. "Gads, it must be at least three inches in diameter and six long." At the same time my fingers searched for the bows through the side openings of my skirt. A few seconds later I was grasping the crotch of the garment and pulling it off my body. She had somehow strapped the dildo to the seat. I looked down at it and exclaimed, "Mistress, it will never fit. I've never had anything that big inside me."

"You had better get used to it, pet. I'll be putting larger objects than that between your legs before your training is over." She then took my panties out of my hand and remarked, "Look. You are already dripping wet. Your panties are soaked. You'll have no problem. Just stand on the foot rests and lower yourself over it."

[hirarandi]

I had to move my hips up and down several times to get it fully into me even though, as she indicated, I was well lubricated. Once my ass was resting comfortably on the seat, I felt like my pussy was stretched to its absolute limit; and she had said that she would be putting larger items into me. Kelly handed me a helmet. I was shocked when I heard her voice clearly through small speakers imbedded in it. "How do you feel, pet?"

"Quite stuffed, Mistress," I laughed, and then asked, "When did you install the comm system?"

"Oh, I've always had it. I just chose not to use it on Friday. I wanted you to be contemplating the possibility of our relationship." 

She didn't seem too worried about my exposed nipples, but I soon realized that they would, essentially, be hidden if I put my arms around Kelly to steady myself and knew that is exactly what was expected. I would be hugging her tighter tonight. I felt the vibration of the Harley through the dildo as soon as she hit the starter. I quickly realized the ride was going to be quite interesting when, about ten minutes outside of town, Kelly turned onto a bumpy dirt road and started up a slight incline. My grip on Kelly intensified as we bounced along. I, of course, was literally getting fucked. Unable to believe it was possible, I was nearing a crescendo when Kelly pulled off the road into a wooded area next to a large lake. The scene before us was beautiful. The sun, in its descent toward the horizon, was reflecting off the water which, without wind, looked like a mirror. I suddenly wished I had a camera to capture the moment.

By that time I was quite reluctant to leave my huge friend, but Kelly insisted. She opened the saddlebag and removed my leash. Clipping it to my collar, she commented, "I heard the sunset is expected to be fab tonight, pet. This is a perfect spot where we can watch it together." I wondered why she started to remove the chain connecting my nipple rings until she added an unexpected word, "Strip!"

I didn't mention that my skirt had a zipper in the back to make dressing and undressing easy. It quickly lay around my ankles. After a quick pull on the ties at the front of the vest, it, too, fell to the ground. Once I kicked the booties off, I stood before her naked and proud. She simply stared at me for the longest time before saying, "Gawd, Kimmy, I love you like this. I wish I could keep you naked 24/7." She moved closer and my legs automatically parted to accommodate the hand that slithered between them. Her other hand grasped the back of my neck and pushed my head to hers. Her tongue penetrated my lips while two fingers simultaneously entered HER cunt. I moaned and hugged her tight.

The passionate tongue and finger fucking seemed to last for hours until she pulled back and said, "Come, pet, we are going to miss the sunset." Following her instructions, I pulled a blanket from the saddlebag, followed at the end of her leash to the edge of the lake and spread the blanket on the ground. She sat down and I stretched out, to rest in her arms while we watched the final movement of the sun dipping below the edge of the earth. Even though she was still fully dressed, and I was naked, the scene felt like the most natural thing to do in the world.

[hirarandi]

It was a beautiful sunset. Yellow clouds and sky turned into hues of pink and red. The smooth surface of the lake reflected the colors of the sky and forest as the fiery globe disappeared beneath the horizon. I was on my side with my head resting in Kelly's lap while we quietly watched the scene unfold before us. I was fully aware of her hand cupping and, very slowly, massaging my breast and playing with the nipple ring. Only the sounds of the creatures of the night broke the silence of the moment. Everything seemed to be mimicking the feelings that I felt in my heart for Kelly and hoped were mutually felt in hers. I knew I had to be in the middle of a dream. How else could all this possibly have happened in such a short period of time!

An eternity seemed to pass quickly while we drank in the solitude of the moment. It was dark, the moon our only source of light, when I felt Kelly finally start to move. Turing onto my back, I watched her finish unbuttoning her blouse before shrugging it from her shoulders. "Come to momma, my little baby." No explanation was necessary. I raised my body enough to slip my right arm around her back while she simultaneously cradled my head in her left. My lips eagerly sought and found a hard nipple. I started to suckle. 

Kelly lowered her head to kiss my cheek then whispered, "You know, love, I have read that many women can begin to lactate when their breasts are sucked on a regular basis, even though they have never been pregnant. I hope that is true because I want us both to experience you drinking my milk. We will do this every day to see if I can start secreting." The intensity of my sucking increased as I too wanted her wish to come true. 

When Kelly's right hand trailed from my breast to my waist and over my hip, I pulled my leg up and back, resting my foot flat on the blanket to give access to what I prayed was her final destination. This was an automatic reaction on my part, because I was so engrossed in nursing. However, I did expel a loud moan when her hand cupped my bare cunt. "Ummm, my little pet likes this, doesn't she?" In reply, I simply nodded, rolled her nub with my tongue and gently nibbled at it before moaning again, slightly louder, as a finger penetrated my tunnel of love. My free hand sought out her other nipple and teased it to a rock-hard point.

By using the heel of her hand on my clit and a second finger in my vagina rubbing my g-spot, Kelly quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I was so turned on that all I could do is moan and suck harder on her tit. I should be ashamed to admit it, but as I neared the top of the mountain, thoughts of everything except my impending climax left my mind. I did suck harder on Kelly's nipple, caused strictly by my own sexual passion, not by my desire to suck her nipple. I put both hands around her back and pulled our bodies tighter together and I moved my hips to hump her hand. It didn't matter that Kelly purposefully wanted to bring me to a climax. It was my duty as her sub to give my Mistress pleasure, not the other way around. When I finally came, Kelly pulled my head up and kissed me with the deepest passion I had ever felt. She then held me tight until I returned to the modern world.

Looking into my eyes, with a smile she said, "I take it my pet enjoyed her climax."

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you so much. Now it is your slut's turn to pleasure you."

"Not right now, dear. It's dark and time to leave. I will give you every opportunity in the world to take care of my problem when we get home. Do I need to remind you, however, that you did climax without first asking permission?"

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Mistress."

"Not to worry. It's just a small omission, but still requires some punishment. We'll take care of that, too, when we get home."

We rose. I folded the blanket and we walked together to the bike, her left hand holding mine, my leash in her right. I thought I would be putting on the skirt and vest again, but Kelly had other ideas. Opening the saddlebag, she exchanged the blanket for a small zip bag and handed me what looked like a rolled piece of red fabric. "What is this, Mistress?"

"Your clothes to wear for the next leg of our trip, little one. It is a Lycra body suit, also known as a 'cat suit.'" I had never worn anything like it. The thin, red, stretch fabric fit like a second skin. As I pulled it on, I realized that, although opaque, every nook and cranny of my flesh would be highlighted. Full-body, it also covered my hands and feet. I needed Kelly's assistance to zip the back. Covered from neck to toe, I no longer had to worry about nudity. A faux turtleneck top insured that not one speck of flesh showed below my head. I was glad that it was now dark, but Kelly quickly dispelled that feeling. She turned on the headlight of the Harley and made me model my suit in the spotlight. All I could see was the curve of my breasts and hard, ringed nipples. It appeared like the material had been sprayed on me. When I mentioned this fact, Kelly said, "Someday, my pet, I promise that you will experience what it is like to turn your naked body into art with paint. And when you do, I plan to exhibit you in public." 

My next surprise came when Kelly pulled a Lycra hood from the zip bag and slipped it over my head. The only openings in it were beneath my nostrils and around my mouth. After assisting me with the helmet, Kelly helped me 'mount her steed' where I was introduced to my next shock. How did I miss the zipper in the crotch? Kelly parted the material and helped guide me as I again lowered my hips over the dildo. She mounted the bike and I wrapped my arms around her waist as tight as possible while we zipped down the dirt road. Although I was now riding blind, we were still able to converse through the intercom system. 

The ride was amazing. If you haven't tried riding a motorcycle while blindfolded, I highly recommend doing so, but only once. My ride was even more fun, though, because I was again being fucked as I bounced up and down on Kelly's friend. I soon realized that it was taking longer to exit the bumpy dirt rode than when we arrived. When I mentioned this, Kelly said, "Yes, I are going slower than on the way in pet, because you are riding blind. But I am also taking a different, slightly longer way out." 

After hugging her waist tightly and moaning from my second climax (I remembered to ask permission) on this leg of the trip, Kelly laughed and said, "I am pleased my slut is enjoying her ride. Don't worry. We'll be back on smooth pavement in a few moments." Didn't she realize that I wasn't the least bit worried?

We traveled for a long time before stopping at what I hoped was home. I sensed that I might be wrong when I realized that Kelly hadn't entered the garage. After clipping her leash to my collar and helping me off the bike, Kelly grasped my arm and led me to our destination, cautioning me about obstacles along the way. I thought that we remained outside, but having no skin exposed, I was not sure. I was positive, however, that I heard a gate opening and closing, so I assumed we might be in someone's back yard.

"My pet, in case you haven't guessed, we are not alone. I promised a close friend that I would bring you by for a few minutes this evening. She is the current president of the society. She was impressed by your performance during your initiation. Say hello to her."

It felt strange greeting someone I could not see and especially one I was addressing without knowing her name. Kelly later explained that they didn't want to use her name because she was too well known and that I would eventually learn it. Except for the fact that I was in a form of bondage, I realized it wasn't any different for someone who was blind. I quickly had more respect for them. In reply, she said, "I am pleased to meet you in person, kimmy. I didn't get the pleasure of greeting you personally on Saturday. I had to leave before the reception. Your Mistress was sweet enough to bring you over tonight so I could, let's say, get a closer look at our newest initiate. I almost hate to remove your cat suit. It is, after all, nothing more than a second skin and looks wonderful on you. I must say that I approve of your Mistress' choice. It displays all your lovely attributes. I will have to get one for my slave. The only problem is I can't sample the goods while you are wearing it." Someone, I assumed Kelly, grasped the zipper at the back of my neck and slid it down. Two sets of hands peeled the suit, except for the hood, from my body. Apparently, I was not going to see her, and didn't understand why, even with Kelly's explanation about keeping her name a secret, if she really was a member of the society. Maybe she "had to leave before the reception" so I wouldn't recognize her. 

Two sets of hands buckled cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Then they raised my arms and connected the cuffs about three feet apart to what I assumed was a spreader bar above my head. I lost track of time as lips, tongues and fingers touched and probed my body and its most intimate parts. Somehow, I sensed that Kelly was not one of the two people who were working on me but could not be positive. Being touched like this creates strange sensations when one lacks the ability to see. No longer can you anticipate the next touch. It does make a difference. I was continually jumping because I did not expect what, and where the next contact might be.

Not one word was spoken until Kelly said, "My darling pet, we are going to stretch you a bit. Please lift your legs." Even though it put a strain on my shoulders, I willingly complied with her order, wanting to impress this mysterious person with my obedience to my Mistress. 

[hirarandi]

Hands grasped my ankles, raised my legs and spread them apart. Ropes or chains, I know not which, connected the ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs, preventing me from returning my feet to the support of the floor and presenting me in a position that I imagine looked quite obscene. No more words were spoken while hands continued feeling and massaging my body, paying particular attention to my breasts, nipples and ass. Eventually fingers probed my cunt. My response to these ministrations was positive. I knew my pussy was wet. I nearly screamed when something very cold and long entered my cunt. Kelly's friend, I assumed, fucked me with it. Damn, what an experience. I found out that it was a Popsicle, when she commented, "Kelly, I must admit that I have never had a better treat than a Popsicle that has been coated with pussy juice." Even I, in my stretched position, had to chuckle.

They released my legs, removed the ankle cuffs, and started to put the cat suit back on me. Once it was pulled as high as possible while I was still suspended, they released my arms, removed the wrist cuffs, and finished dressing me. Our "hostess" suggested we enjoy a glass of wine before we left, and Kelly agreed. My hood remained in place, but I was able to drink because of the opening for my mouth. For the second time this evening, the conversation around the table was, well, what one would otherwise consider "normal," except when she said, "You must be curious about who I and my partner are, kimmy, but I must apologize that we are not ready to reveal our identities yet. You will meet us soon and will understand the reason for the secrecy. Thank you for being such a good sport." At least the conversation and her comment confirmed the presence of a third person. 

As we prepared to leave, she said, "Kelly, I would love the privilege of caning your pet's ass, but I know you do not want that right now. Will you offer me the privilege later?"

"Any time you want.. I would love to watch you cane her, but only after her trial period is over, of course." Personally, I couldn't believe they were having this discussion, and in my presence, and hoped it was a joke. I knew better than to ask. 

Kelly's friend accompanied us when we returned to the Hog. When she saw the dildo, she commented, "You still keep that thing in your saddlebags, Kelly?"

"Absolutely. I have even used it myself. The thrill of riding down the road with "Buster" stuffed in your cunt and fucking you is simply indescribable. When are you going to agree to ride with me and test it out?" 

"Keep tempting me and you might have a deal," she laughed. 

Thirty minutes later we were entering our garage. Kelly led me to our bedroom and informed me that I would continue to wear my "outfit" to bed, hood included. I was finally granted the privilege of kneeling between the legs of my Mistress and using my latex covered hand to bring her to a climax. That night I slept with my leg cuffs locked together. A chain extended from the lock to the foot of the bed.

Tuesday morning, Kelly and I showered together. As had become a normal routine, using body shampoo I first washed her using only my hands. It was a thrill to run my hands over her wet skin, touching every nook and cranny. I would flatten myself against her back reaching around her to wash her front. I especially enjoyed plastering myself to her chest to wash her back. This was dangerous, however because, often, we ended up kissing while I attempted to continue washing her back. Or I would drop to my knees and suck on her pussy while the water cascaded over us. I think her water bill increased because of the amount of time we spent in her shower. If time was short, I would use a net bath pouf or a face cloth to wash her. Sometimes she would wash me, too, but I was the slave and it was my responsible to care for my Mistress.

On weekends, we would fill the tub and take a leisurely bath together. However, if I were being punished for some infraction of the rules, I would be required to stay out of the tub to bathe her. Then I would take my own bath in her dirty water.

After our shower, I remained naked, until I dressed my Mistress, prepared, and ate, our breakfast. Once the kitchen was clean, I was given permission to dress for work. I told Kelly that my work for the day consisted of a lot of hands-on training. Because of the nature of the training, I explained that it would be best if I could remove my suit jacket. She consented to allow me to wear my new satin, unlined bra and a new camisole. I indicated that the straps would be visible and asked if I could wear one of my strapless bras instead. She replied by reminding me that all my bras had been cut up and all the new bras we purchased had straps. "You need to loosen up a bit, pet. Exposed bra straps are perfectly acceptable in the world today, even for you. 

Even though I was the only one who knew I would be sans panties, I was still embarrassed. That feeling lessened as the day wore on. I was so busy, I occasionally even forgot I wasn't wearing panties. I wondered if I would ever become comfortable with my new styles. 

The new pair of silk, men's boxer underwear, and a bikini-style bralette were waiting on the table were waiting on the table, when I arrived home, in addition to four cuffs. A note telling me to expect Kelly home at 6PM, instructed me to prepare supper for the two of us. Following additional instructions, I stripped, put the bralette, and the boxers on, then locked the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, picked up the collar I chuckled when I looked at my reflection in the hall mirror. The tiny triangles of material that formed the bralette barely covered my breasts. 

I was in the kitchen when Kelly arrived. I immediately fell to my knees, presented the collar and waited for her to lock it on. Once we kissed, she pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. "I think we have a little punishment to take care of, pet." My reaction to this was spontaneous. I automatically laid over her lap, presenting my ass for its spanking. Tonight, it was with her hand. Afterwards she warned that it would not always be this easy. She also enjoyed using a hairbrush or a paddle. During the meal, we discussed our day and continued to reveal more of our personal lives to one another. I was sure most days after work would begin this way.

As Kelly watched me move around the kitchen while I finished cleaning, she walked up behind me, squeezed the cheeks of my ass through the silk of the boxers and said, "Damn, pet, you look effing sexy dressed like that. I may have to change my mind about keeping you naked all the time while in the house." "Right now, pet, I want to see my tits."

"But, Mistress, they are barely covered as it is."

The next thing I felt were two tugs at the strings of my minuscule top, loosening the bows. The garment quickly fell to the floor. She plastered herself against my back, reached around and started tweaking my nipples. 

"Mistress!" I exclaimed, "If you keep that up, I may not be able to finish my chores."

"You are right. Make it quick, slut. I'll be waiting for you in the den."

When I finished, I assumed the 'rest' position in front of Kelly. She started a track of mood music, locked my wrist cuffs together behind my back and told me to sit on the sofa while she got a book from her library. When she returned, she sat beside me. I shifted position so I was lying on my back with my head in her lap.

"During your training, my slave, we will be reading several books on sexual slavery. I will also require you to read a few on your own. This book is 'The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty,' one of a series of four novels written by Ann Rice under the pen name A. N. Roquelaure. As I understand it, she didn't want her father to know she had written the books. In my opinion, each book in the series is among the best in BDSM that we (you) will be reading, even if they are male dominant/female sub. In one preface, the publisher's note says, 'The books aren't about literal cruelty; they're about surrender, the fun of imagining you have no choice but to enjoy sex. Beauty's slavery is delicious, sensuous, abandoned, and ultimately liberating.'" 

To add to our intimacy, during the reading, Kelly used her free hand to massage my breasts. She also slipped her hand through the fly hole of my boxer shorts and played with my cunt. Oh, what a wonderful way to relax.

The book was too long to complete in one sitting and it was nearly midnight when she stopped. On closing it, she said, "I like the idea that Beauty called him 'My Prince.' When you are wearing my collar in public, i.e. when we are in the presence of others who are aware of your status, I want you to address me as 'My Mistress.' Adding the word 'My' reinforces and gives more significance to our relationship. I'm not just any mistress, I am YOUR mistress. You are MY subject. I own you. As before, though, you should use 'ma'am when someone not in our circle might overhear. I will let you be the judge of which title is proper. And, before you say anything, I do not consider that to be making a decision. It is simply common sense. If you are not wearing my collar or a substitute, you may call me Kelly unless I advise you otherwise. Of course, you are permitted to use any of the three titles, My Mistress, Mistress or Ma'am."

"I like the sound of My Mistress, too, ma'am. I may be using it a lot."

Kelly had remained dressed all this time, so when we went to the bedroom, I assumed my slave duties, undressed her and attended to her in the bathroom. I smiled when she connected my collar to the head of the bed with the chain. This simple act continued to reinforce the fact that I "belonged to her." There was no longer any doubt in my mind that I wanted Kelly to "own" me without any reservations. Too exhausted to do anything else we kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

[hirarandi]

As promised, Kelly continued to specify every article of clothing that I wore, and didn't wear, to work, most of which we had purchased the day I moved in with her. Her attempt to loosen and eventually eradicate my puritanical leanings was working. Her unequivocal love made being obsequious effortless. Each day came with a new surprise. However, I am getting ahead of my story. 


Wednesday was a day of classroom training. I felt comfortable wearing a soft, knit sweater, pleated skirt, thigh highs and 3-inch heels. Even though she permitted a bra, my nipples were noticeable because of the soft cups, but not the rings. She had surprised me with a new "day collar" that she had purchased online. It was a basic choke chain with a heart lock. She said I could wear the lock in the back or the front. 

We had set up a special classroom with a server, computers and training software, so everyone could perform hands-on, training using their own company's databases. It was a concept I had developed for training on our software. We converted one department at a time except when departments interfaced with one another; i.e., HR and payroll. Until the conversion was complete for that department, our software would automatically update the database on the training server each night by making a mirror image of real-time data. This system permitted the trainee to experiment (and make errors) without affecting the operating data base. After I completed formal training for a department, the classroom would be available 24/7 for any individual desiring to experiment with the new software. I had extra terminals installed for use even when formal training was being conducted. Since this mirror image was replaced nightly with new real-time data, any changes made by trainees would be replaced. My modus operandi for the conversion was to first work on the most difficult aspects (with respect to using the software) then move to the least difficult. That way those needing the most training would have more time to work with it. 

Kelly permitted me to silence my cell phone, but I had to keep it on vibrate, when in meetings, or when training, with explicit instructions to return calls or texts as soon as possible. I felt it vibrate during the first training session after lunch. She left a voice mail, "Hi Pet. If you can't be home by five, please let me know. We're going out to dinner and the restaurant is a forty-minute drive from home. We have a six o'clock reservation. 

My last training session was scheduled to end around four. Afterward that I had to meet with Diane, the CIO. I updated her daily and after each training session. We discussed the individuals I felt would need more concentrated, one-on-one training. This meeting rarely took more than half an hour, so being home on time would not be a problem.

When I entered her office, Diane complemented me on my choice of clothing. "I apologize for saying that again, Kim, but it's true. While your old styles were very professional, they really did look somewhat, well, homey. You can't believe how many times I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to take a chance. One just does not say things like that in today's work environment. I promise this will be the last time I will comment."

"I really appreciate the compliment, Diane. Please don't stop. Complements stroke my ego. I must admit that I do feel different now." I wondered what she would think if she knew the whole truth. Initially I thought she might be Sandra's Mistress, but, if she were, I think she would have revealed that fact by now. We had a lot to discuss but when I told her I had a dinner appointment, she said I could finish her update in the morning.

Kelly was home and waiting in the den when I arrived. Only my collar was on the table. I stripped, crawled to her and presented the collar properly with the requisite words. She locked it on, after removing my new day collar, and kissed me. "Your clothing and footwear for tonight are on the bed, pet. You do not have time for a bath. Dress quickly and return to me." She was already dressed for the evening, wearing a black, long-sleeve, ruffle neckline, jersey dress that ended at mid-thigh. Since I didn't assist her in dressing, I wasn't sure if she was wearing black thigh-highs or a garter belt and nylons. I could tell she was sans bra, but panties were also questionable. Basic black pumps with 2-inch heels adorned her feet.

The dress awaiting me was stunning: An ivory, sweater-dress, with a shoulder cut-out. I glanced around to insure Kelly had not followed me and quickly checked the label. It was a Revolve Micah Sweater Dress. I knew it wasn't inexpensive, and outshined the one she "made" me purchase. 

When I saw the rest of the clothes she laid out, a black garter belt and a pair of black nylons purchased from Victoria's Secret, bikini panties, in a matching pale blue, the latter surprised me the most. I started with the garter belt and nylons, pulled the panties up over them, then slipped the dress over my head. It felt wonderful against my skin. A silver double chain belt that hung low on my hips made a great accent. Finally, I pulled on the 4-inch spike heel pumps from Foundations Unlimited. I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror. The top was molded to my upper body. My nipples and their rings were prominently displayed. I loved what I saw.

Kelly whistled when I walked into the den. "Damn, pet," she exclaimed, "you clean up nice. You look even better in that dress than I thought you would." 

I did a pirouette for her and replied, "Why thank you, My Mistress. You're the one who is responsible for teaching this slut how to dress properly." She simply smiled. "Is this dress one of yours?"

"No, pet, I bought it especially for you."

"Why thank you, ma'am. I love it. What's the occasion?"

"Nothing special, little one. I bought it just because I love you." She stood, kissed me and said, "That's enough chatter. Let's get moving or we will be late."

As we walked towards the door, I could not remain silent. "Mistress, I am not questioning you, but my collar doesn't seem to go with this dress."

"Oh, gawd, Kimmy, I completely forgot. Thank you for reminding me. Don't worry; I won't punish you for bringing that to my attention. I'll get a replacement." She then ordered me to stand. Her grin revealed that there was more to this than was obvious. It also told me that she didn't simply "forget."

She returned carrying some chains with small links and a white leather collar that I estimated to be three inches wide. I realized that the collar would be even more obvious than my regular collar to anyone around us. And, because of the width, I would be continuously aware of its presence throughout the evening. The always-present padlock snapped shut. 

Holding up the chains, Kelly asked, "Can you guess what these are for, pet?"

There were two, each about six inches long. Two additional pieces, about nine

inches long, were attached to the center of the six-inch pieces. 

"Other than assuming that I will be wearing them, Mistress, I have no idea."

Kelly smiled, knelt and wrapped one chain around my ankle. The piece attached to the center was pulled under the arch of the shoe. The three ends were connected by a small lock on the inside of my ankle. The second chain set was similarly locked around my other ankle and boot. "There, my pet. You won't be able to remove your boots without removing the chains. Just for your information, the keys to the locks, including the one on your collar, will remain at home."

The collar had a stainless ring in front and one on each side. Kelly clipped a leash to the front ring, picked up her purse, and handed me a clutch purse. "It contains all you will need tonight, pet; a driver's license for identification and your credit card." Even though I was connected to the leash, she permitted me to walk beside her to the car. Since she had said it would take fifty minutes to drive to the restaurant, I knew it would not be Lisa's. 

Just outside the front door of the restaurant, named Jewel's, Kelly removed the leash, much to my relief, and coiled it but kept it in her hand. With the key to the lock at home, the collar would remain in place. 

I knew it was an upscale restaurant as soon as we entered. The employees wore white shirts, black ties and black skirts or slacks. The table coverings and napkins, white and black, respectively, were linen, and fresh flowers decorated the tables. As we followed the maître d' to our table, which was in a semi-secluded booth, Kelly whispered, "You don't have to pull your dress up yet, pet." The "yet" worried me. Then she indicated, by a nod, that I was to sit opposite her. I was somewhat surprised when she placed the tightly coiled leash on the table next to her plate, causing me to wonder where this was going.

Our server approached the table. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Amber. I will be your server this evening. Would you like a drink or an appetizer to start?"

"Both, please, Amber. We would like an order of calamari and two glasses of your best Shiraz," Kelly replied. She picked up my menu, handed it to Amber and said, "My pet won't need a menu. I will be ordering for her." I wondered if I will ever stop being shocked when she publicly embarrasses me. Rather than using my slave name, her comment to Amber was another way to advise me of my 'status' for the evening, even though we were in a very public setting.

As if this were a daily occurrence, Amber took the menu and replied, "Yes, ma'am, I understand." She then glanced at me and smiled. 

While waiting, we continued the casual conversation we had started during the drive, which primarily consisted of discussing our individual days at work. Amber returned, placed the wine and appetizer on the table, looked at Kelly and said, "May I ask a personal question?"

"Of course, you may, Amber. You may ask anything you wish. To be honest, I would be disappointed if you didn't."

Amber turned to look at me and spoke, "Well, your companion's collar is quite evident. I probably wouldn't think much of it except for the leash lying on the table and the comment you made. Do they mean what I think?"

"May I answer her, Kelly?"

"Yes, you may, pet, but I think you should address me properly," Kelly replied grinning." She knew I didn't use her title on purpose.

"Thank you, My Mistress, I'm sorry for forgetting." I started to blush as I provided the explanation that I knew Kelly desired. I touched the collar with my fingers. "You referred to this as my collar, Amber. Even though I am wearing it, the collar is the property of Mistress Kelly. It is an outward symbol and a continuous reminder, to me and to the world, that I belong to her. She attaches the leash to the ring in the collar to literally lead me where she wants to take me. But more important, in a figurative sense, it is a sign of her control over my life and that I am to trust that she will not lead me astray."

"Oh, damn!" was her only comment before quickly turning to leave. 

Kelly chuckled and said, "I think you got her attention, pet."

[hirarandi]

When Amber returned with our main course, she commented to Kelly, "OK, I am intrigued by your relationship. Do you mind telling me more?"


"Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes, you are my only customers, right now."

Amber sat down beside me to listen.

"Ah...I have agreed that I will be obsequious to My Mistress for one month, which means I will do anything she desires that doesn't interfere with my work. In other words, I have agreed to be her submissive."

At Kelly's direction, I continued to provide additional details about our Mistress/slave relationship. Partway into my explanation Amber stopped me and said, "I hear what you are telling me, but, as a feminist, you need to know that I find it difficult to understand how any woman would degrade herself to the extent you are indicating."

"A week ago, I would have said the same thing, Amber. On the outside, I am a strong, independent person. Somehow Kelly discovered someone who wanted to give herself to another woman. I find it refreshing to obey the orders of My Mistress when with her yet be a leader of people when at work. Yes, it is a corundum, but I do it out of love." 

When I finished Amber asked, "So you will obey any order of your Mistress." 

"As long as it is legal," I answered. 

She looked at Kelly and said, "I still find it hard to believe. You're really doing a charade, aren't you?" I didn't realize it, but she was falling into Kelly's plan to provide me with a small dose of public humiliation.

"Would you like a little example, Amber?"

"Oh, heck, why not?" she replied.

"Well, Kimmy normally does not wear underwear. Tonight, I permitted her to wear panties. Maybe I should not let her get too used to wearing them." Kelly then looked at me and said, "Take them off, pet."

Understanding what she wanted, I still had to incredulously ask, "Here, ma'am?"

"Did I tell you to go somewhere else to remove them?"

"No, My Mistress, you didn't."

I felt the heat of embarrassment start at my toes and move quickly upwards. I knew my face had to be bright red as, with only a small moment of hesitation, I raised my hips, hiked the dress up enough to slip my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and quickly push them off. I tried as hard as I could, but it was nearly impossible to discretely slip them down my legs and over my shoes. 

I wadded the garment into a ball while still under the table and held it tightly in my lap. 

Wordlessly Kelly extended her hand to me, palm up, and wiggled her fingers. My face became more flushed as I placed the offending piece of fabric on her hand. "I wonder why they are so damp." She exclaimed. Then she said, "I don't think this is how I taught you to fold your clothes, little one." I retrieved the ball, folded them and placed them back in Kelly's hand. "Much better, pet. Are you still sitting on your dress?"

I answered, "Yes, ma'am," while rising enough to pull the dress from under me. I knew I was now somewhat exposed.

"Nothing is permitted between her bare ass and her chair when she is not wearing panties, Amber. She will be receiving a spanking when we get home for forgetting that rule."

"Oh shit," Amber commented before adding, "Oops, sorry for that comment. My pager just went off. Your food is ready." She quickly dashed away.

Amber had to take care of new customers after serving our meals and, thankfully (to me) didn't get a chance to talk to us again. Amber brought the check and Kelly paid with her credit card. While we waited for the receipt, Kelly said, "This is my treat, Little One." I thanked her and she said, "You are welcome," then added, "You may pick up your panties, pet, but keep them in your hand. I will give you instructions for them later." Amber returned with the receipt and Kelly asked, "Do you have time to lead my pet to the door, Amber?"

"Yes, ma'am, it would be my pleasure. I'll ask an associate to look after my tables for a few minutes if you to accompany you to your car," she replied.

Kelly handed the leash to Amber who clipped it to my collar while smiling like a Cheshire cat. To add to my embarrassment, she actually stopped and asked her associate for assistance on the way out.

I followed them to the car where Kelly said, "kimmy, do you have anything you would like to give Amber as a "memento" of the evening?" There was no doubt what she meant. I handed Amber my panties.

Amber gave the leash back to Kelly, and asked, "May I kiss her, ma'am?"

"Yes, you may, Amber."

"OMG," I thought, "I could get used to this," as Amber planted her lips on mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth."

After I received a thorough tongue fucking, Amber said, "Wow! I must admit that this has been an experience I won't forget. I'd better get back to my other customers." 

"Before you go, Amber, would you mind opening the door for kimmy."

She didn't hesitate. As I entered the car, Kelly said, "Remember, little one. Don't sit on your dress."

Amber watched while I pulled my dress up and totally exposed my shaved slit to her. "I'm liking this more, all the time! Thank you both" she exclaimed and walked away.

Kelly started the car, but, before pulling out of the parking lot, she turned, kissed me and slipped her hand between my legs. "My cunt is dripping. Did my slut enjoy new experience?"

Although she already knew the answer, the question was not rhetorical. It demanded an answer, and I could not lie. "Yes, My Mistress, she did."

"Exposing you turns me on, also, little one. I will give you more opportunities in the future." I knew she would.

Once inside our house, Kelly removed the locks and chains from my shoes and waited while I stripped. Like a little kitten, I followed her, on hands and knees, to the den. (I know, normally kittens and cats are not led around on a leash, but I have a friend who takes her cat for a daily walk around the block on a leash.)

Kelly pulled her dress up to her waist, sat on the sofa and spread her legs. Drawn to the fragrance of her bare pussy like a cat drawn to catnip, this kitten did not need a verbal invitation. I put my arms under her legs, raising them slightly, then leaned forward and started running my tongue through her folds lapping the sweet, copious, juices from them. 

I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her hot vagina when she screamed, "For gawds sake, kimmy, your mistress needs to cum. Do it NOW!" To answer, "Yes, Mistress," would be wasting time. I eagerly attacked her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue bringing on the climax she desired. I wanted to continue lapping at her pussy, but sat back, at rest, and watched her slowly recover.

Soon, she leaned forward, licked my face, still covered with her juices, and kissed me. "Little one, I think we need to continue this in the bedroom."

I continued to wear the collar while we made love in bed that night. It was, of course, chained to the bed.

...

Each day with Kelly brought something new and unique. Usually it was wearing one of my new outfits, or something she had me do as her slave. Thursday was no different. But this time the unexpected wasn't from Kelly and had nothing to do with to our relationship; at least directly. Jenna, the assistant to the president of my company, called and said Mr. Fields wanted to meet with me the following afternoon. They had received a call from the VP of Human Resources at Hunter Industries. Mr. Fields needed to personally discuss it with me. She added that it was something he didn't feel that he should discuss over the phone. I had not planned a routine trip to my home office over the weekend and asked if he would be willing to meet the following week. She said, "I am aware of the subject he wants to discuss and am positive it would be in your best interest to meet with him as soon as possible." I asked if she could give me a hint and she replied, "I'm sorry, Kelly. I was instructed not to reveal any information." I, of course became very worried that someone had reported my involvement with Kelly, or maybe it was my change in clothing, even though Diane had given her approval. Of course, hers wasn't an official approval. Jenna and I were friends, so I told her about my "new look." We discussed the situation and she said I shouldn't worry even if what I suspected turned out to be the reason he wanted to talk. Out of desperation, and trying to push my point, I asked, "Ok, Jenna, then I need to ask if I should make plane reservations to return here after our meeting?

"All I can say, Kim, is that no matter what the subject, or outcome. of your discussion may be, I think you will want to return." Damn, she wouldn't even reveal a hint.

I immediately called Kelly who said she would have to change some plans, but realized it was something I had to do. I arranged to fly home Friday morning and, assuming I would still be gainfully employed, wanted my return to be Friday evening. Regretfully, the first available flight wasn't until Saturday afternoon. Regardless, if he was going to fire me, I wanted to be back with Kelly as soon as possible. 

Kelly was at home when I arrived that evening. I stripped at the door and carried my collar to her. She looked beautiful in the shirtdress she was wearing. Once my collar was locked on, I was surprised to learn that she had already prepared dinner. I remained naked while we ate. I don't think I will ever get used to being naked while she is dressed but have started to enjoy it. We discussed my concerns and she unsuccessfully attempted to assure me that my worrying was all for naught. After I washed the dishes (Kelly helped by drying them) we retired to the den to watch a chick flick, during which we hugged and kissed like two teenagers. 


Kelly unbuttoned the top of her dress and let me suckle her breast. Having read about the possibility of lactation through breast stimulation, Kelly was now hopeful she might be able to produce milk in a month or so. Even if I didn't extended my slave contract, I now knew that I'd want to remain close friends and, hopefully, be in this position when she begins producing milk.

To my chagrin she refused to let me totally undress her until we retired to the bedroom. Once in bed, however, we made slow, delicious love.

[hirarandi]

Friday morning Kelly gave me a necklace made of small, gold chain links, long enough to fit around my neck, but short enough that I couldn't remove it. She locked it on using a tubular 3-digit, 4-number combination lock, like what one might find on a bicycle lock, but only an inch and a quarter long and one-third of an inch thick. Kelly explained that she purchased it online from a company named Eternity Collars. She clipped a heart pendant to the front to "remind me of her love." After I looked at it in the mirror, we both agreed that it looked like any normal necklace, which was the whole idea. Since I could not remove it, it would be a constant reminder of her ownership. Kelly dropped me off at the airport, kissed me goodbye and wished me good luck. I promised to call her as soon as I knew anything.


In addition to my new necklace, the traveling outfit Kelly selected for me was a button-front sundress, garter belt, nylons, and new black, three-inch heels. I knew I would be self-conscious about my condition, having never traveled sans underwear. Had Kelly been flying with me, I would have been much more comfortable. However, that was not to be. She did not want to use a substitute to teach the classes she had scheduled on Friday. Because of today's high security levels, she couldn't even accompany me to the gate. I had to wait alone for over an hour. 

My level of apprehension was high enough that I was concerned my necklace, new rings and ID tag might set off the metal detectors. Kelly teased, I think, by saying she'd love to watch the TSA employee who would want me, then strip search me, to insure I wasn't hiding anything dangerous. When I pleaded with her to permit me to take them off long enough to go through security, she told me to stop whining or she would make me wear some additional metal to insure I would activate the metal detector. I'd just have to take the chance that my metal wouldn't set the alarm. "You simply must tell me what they say when they discover what set the metal detector off." 

When we finished saying goodbye at the airport, she said, "You are going to be away from me, slut. Remember not to embarrass you Mistress with bad behavior." I chuckled to myself wondering how I could possibly do that since no one would know I even had a mistress. Still, I assured her that I wouldn't.

As it turned out, my fear was all for naught. Somehow, I breezed through security. And, luckily, I was not selected to go through the full body scanner. As I waited to board my plane, I became more comfortable about not wearing underwear even though the lack of a bra was obvious through the cotton material. "I shouldn't care," I thought. "After all, I am following the desires of my Mistress and doing what she says I really want."

I stopped by my apartment for a short interval to shower and change into the power suit Kelly packed in my carryon case: a white lace-embroidered camisole top, a grey, above-the-knee, pleated skirt, matching blazer, along with the garter belt, black nylons and heels I wore on the plane. She had also packed a black thong, but no bra. Remembering her edict, I wore the thong over the garter belt.

Arriving at my home office early Friday afternoon, I went directly to Barbara, my immediate supervisor for a short debriefing. While this was standard procedure, I really wanted to see if she knew anything about the reason for my sudden, unscheduled, meeting with the president, which was not standard. Barbara looked up from her desk when I walked into her office, stared at me for several seconds and said, "May I help you?"

Chuckling that she didn't even recognize me, I replied, "Yes, I think you might be able to, boss." We always called one another by first names, but this time I added "boss" to see her reaction.

Suddenly the light went on in her head, "Oh, my gawd, Kim, I didn't even recognize you. I don't remember seeing you in a short skirt, and you've even cut your hair. What happened to the "conservative Kim" that used to work here?"

"Oh, that Kim realized that she was too stuffy and needed an image change. Don't you like it?" Barb had always worn short skirts, so I wasn't worried that she would disapprove of the style but wondered if she considered my change to be too drastic. 

"Au contraire, my dear, I absolutely love it. You look fantastic. I just didn't expect a transformation. I don't think I've ever seen your knees," she jibed. "And the heels are fab. What's with the glasses, though?" I replied that I thought they would enhance my 'new look.' She asked me to take them off for a second then agreed with me. "You look great without them, but fantastic with them, too. I think you should wear them most of the time."

"Do you think they make me look like a geek?"

"Kim, I would say that, had you worn them with your other clothes, but not now. I can honestly say you do not look like a geek. Dressed like you are, your glasses make you look, well, sexy."

I then asked about the afternoon meeting. "Yes, Kim, I do know what it is about, but I promised Mr. Fields I wouldn't say anything."

"Is it good or bad?"

"That depends on your perspective. Some people fear a promotion while others consider a layoff to simply be a new challenge. Come on, Kim. We've worked together too long. You're not going to trap me into giving you one single hint what he wants to tell you." Damn! Using both promotion and layoff in her analogy didn't help.

"Do you have anything pressing to take care of in your office before you see him?"

"No, I've been keeping my reports up to date through the net. I may have a few emails to answer, but that's about all."

"Great, then we can go to lunch. It may be better if you meet with Mr. Fields after a glass of wine and on a full stomach." I couldn't decide if she was teasing me or not. Her comment certainly didn't calm my nerves, but the wine might help.

I was pleased when Barb said she needed to use the restroom while we were waiting for our table. I had to call Kelly so she could tell me what to eat for lunch. "Good morning, My Mistress," I whispered.

"Hi, pet. Where are you?" I gave her the name of the restaurant and said I was dining with Barb and explained our professional relationship. "What time is your meeting with Mr. Fields?" I told her and wondered how she knew his name, because I didn't remember mentioning it to her. I picked up the menu and read off several items that interested me. "Do they have a spinach salad?" she asked. I replied that they did. "Great. Order that with hot vinegar dressing."

"May I have something to drink, Mistress?"

"Do you mean an alcoholic beverage?"

"Yes, ma'am. Barb suggested I might need a glass of wine before my meeting."

"Then you may. You seem to have forgotten that you must be specific when making a request."

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. I apologize."

"I think a Manhattan will be perfect, instead of wine. Only one, though."

"Thank you, Mistress." 

"Are you wearing the jacket to your suit?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am."

"Take it off."

"Ma'am?" I replied questioningly.

"Apparently my slut is getting hard of hearing in her old age. I said 'Take it off. You will be much more comfortable. Don't worry. You said Barb was also your friend, too. Am I correct?"

"My Mistress is always correct. I will obey her."

"Since you hesitated, though, I want you to remove your panties as punishment as soon as we finish this conversation."

"May I do it in the restroom, ma'am?"

"Yes, you may."

I saw Barb returning and quickly said my "good-byes" after she told me I could put my jacket and panties back on when I returned to the office."

"Have a fun lunch, slut."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm sure I will."

I removed the jacket, excused myself, went to the ladies' room and reluctantly removed my panties.

Our lunch discussion was purely non-professional. Barbara quickly brought me up to date on office and community gossip. When I ordered my salad and drink, she remarked, "Damn, even the 'junk food queen,' has left us. I don't think you ever had a salad or a mixed drink at lunch. I hope you are still my friend.

I gave her a wide smile. "You'd be surprise how much I've changed and will always be your friend."

"I think I see new changes all the time. I have never seen you not wearing a bra, even when we spent casual evenings together. And, as your best friend, I must say I do like the look. I wish I had known that your nipples were pierced. We'll have to talk about that more when you're finished with Mr. Fields." I blushed and returned her smile. "I recommend wearing your jacket when talking to Mr. Fields." I assured her that I had planned to wear it. 

We arrived back at the office, with a few minutes to spare, before my two-thirty appointment. Before we parted, Barb asked me to stop by her office immediately after the meeting. "We need to talk about your future and I now have a couple personal things I'd like to discuss with you." As if I weren't worried enough, her comment about "my future" just fanned the flames and added more butterflies into my stomach.

As one might expect, my apprehension increased tenfold as I approached the head office. Jenna, said, "Go right in, Kimberly, he is waiting for you." Then she added, "I love your outfit. You look different, especially with the glasses. I must admit that I am glad Barb called and said you were on the way up. I might not have recognized you." I thanked her and asked again what the meeting was about. "As I mentioned on the phone, Kim, I'm not at liberty to tell you."

"Is it good or bad?" I asked.

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, Kimberly." Ok, why did she use my given name this time?

My stomach started doing flips as I walked through the door. Normally I was very comfortable when meeting with the Mr. Fields. I didn't mention that he founded the company immediately after graduating with a master's degree. He has been its only president, and, in only ten years, has expanded into a multi-million-dollar corporation. I guess one could say that he is even responsible for my success. I consider him to be one of my primary mentors. Right now, however, I wondered if Barb's suggestion about a full stomach was a good one. I suddenly was fearful that my lunch might end up in the middle of his carpet or on his desk.

He stood when I entered his office. "Good afternoon, Kimberly." After returning his greeting and shaking hands, I was directed to sit in an overstuffed chair near the corner of his office. I surprised myself by considering my obedience to Kelly even though I was in the office of the head of my company. He sat in a matching

chair that was positioned at a right angle and to the left to mine. I carefully pulled up the back of my skirt as I sat down, doing my best to insure he wouldn't notice. I was pleased the arms of the chair would hide the fact I was not sitting on my skirt. The cloth seat felt great against the bare skin on my ass. "Do you have any idea why I asked to meet with you?"

[hirarandi]

"No, sir, I really don't," I gulped. I couldn't remember when I had been so nervous. Gads, I was calmer during my job interviews with him.


"Well, I'm glad to know we can still keep a few secrets around here. I had a feeling someone at Hunter might have said something to you, though, since a phone call from them is the reason you are in my office right now." Ready to upchuck again, I simply nodded. He continued, "I guess I should begin by saying that I think you have been one of the hardest working employees I have ever had, and I truly hate to lose you."

"Oh shit, here it finally comes. He IS firing me," I thought. There was no doubt that my relationship with Kelly had been reported to Hunter and they had complained. My personal life should be none of their fucking business, or his. My contract did not contain a morals clause. I quickly prepared myself to argue the point. I started to make a comment when he said, "I can see the worried look on your face. Please, Kimberly, hear me out before you say anything." His grin was a little too much for me, considering the fact that he was about to can my ass.

Mr. Fields calmly leaned back and continued, "As I started to say, you have been one of the hardest working employees I have ever had, and I must add the most competent. Please do not repeat that outside of this office, though. I don't want to demoralize the rest of our employees," he laughed. "You have truly made a difference in our bottom line while you have been here, Kim. The call I received was to ask me to release you from your employment contract." 

I am sure he could recognize the irritated look on my face. I immediately started to interrupt, "But..."

With a stern look on his face, Mr. Fields held up his index finger. "I distinctly asked you to hear me out before saying anything, Kimberly." Ready to fight for my job, but feeling rebuked, I quickly realized that it was probably in my best interest to remain silent before I lost it all and started yelling. After all, no matter what happened I would need a recommendation from him if I wanted a good job after this one.

"Do you know they have promoted their CIO?"

"Yes sir. Denise informed me of that fact just this week." I knew my voice was a little harsh but didn't feel like making it any more cordial. 

"Well, they have obviously seen the same qualities in you that I have. They want you as her replacement."

Because of the rage boiling within, I really wasn't really listening to him and most definitely wasn't hearing him. Still thinking he was giving me the boot, I said, "I can't believe you are letting me go and are still able to grin like that."

Now he really laughed. "Kimberly, you are not listening to me. I am not firing you. I am offering you an opportunity you deserve, and one I am not able to offer you right now. Hunter wants you as their new CIO."

Reality suddenly hit me. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry I sounded like that." Then I added, "Oops, sorry for the language." He just kept smiling as I continued. "But I enjoy working here and feel I have a good future working for and with you. Even if you can't promote me, I don't have any desire to leave." 

"Kim, without even knowing your salary, Hunter is offering to pay you twenty-five percent over what we are paying you; and they have better benefits. I told them you were due for a significant raise and they even agreed to increase that by the twenty-five percent. And, finally, they are crediting you with the vacation you have accrued here. You have impressed them and, obviously, they really want you. I would be paying you a disservice if I did not recommend that you take the job."

"Damn, you are making it difficult to say 'no,' but, on the other hand, I think the bonus I would receive here at the end of the year would exceed the twenty-five percent additional they are offering. And I would be entering an unknown commodity from one in which I feel very comfortable."

"If you remember my exact words, I said I truly hate to lose you. After a lot of introspection and out of selfishness, I have decided that I am not going to release you from your employment contract." I didn't know whether I should love or hate him. 

"Let me offer you an alternate proposal. You can then weigh the options and make your decision. You are solely responsible for landing the Hunter contract. They do not want me to assign anyone else to work on the installation if you accept their offer. After reviewing your progress on the installation plan, they feel you can handle it together with the position as CIO. The biggest surprise, to me, is they said that if you accept their offer, they would not ask for a reduction in the contract price even though you would be their employee. They know that the contract price already includes the cost of your time, travel and on-site expenses. Personally, I cannot believe they are making such an offer to us. You already know they are a Fortune 500 company so they can afford it. Hunter has deep pockets.

"They specifically said that they were still willing to pay the full contract price if you accept the position. Hell, Kim, you negotiated the contract. If I release you from your contract, we would not be paying your salary or your travel expenses, with one exception that I will mention in a minute. That translates into pure profit for us. By the way, I appreciate the fact that you were able to reduce your expenses by finding a friend to live with. Not many employees would take that initiative. That just shows how dedicated you are to us, and I appreciate it." 

"I must admit, Mr. Fields, that was almost an accident, but I couldn't refuse my friends offer." I'm glad he would never know the truth.

"Adding it all together," he continued, "I feel we would reap a nice profit windfall as a result of the cumulative effect of those savings. You should, of course, share in that windfall. My proposal is that we amend your contract to pay you a reduced salary of, let's say twenty percent of your current salary, but still base your year-end bonus on your current position and annual salary level. This dual employment will not be a conflict of interest because Hunter has given their approval. Also, as their CIO, you have an inherent reason to insure the installation is perfect. I must admit that I am surprised they agreed to every point I made. 

"I know that moving from a known commodity to an unknown one, as you so succinctly put it, is taking a chance. Let me sweeten the pot. I agree that there is a small possibility you might not like being a full-time employee at a company like Hunter. Sometimes large companies do not always have the best working environment. For that reason, I will agree to rehire you with a minimum three-year employment contract if you want to come back to us at any time in the future. The only thing I will require of you, in return, is that you promise, send us the usual weekly status reports, and fly back every other week for an update meeting, until it is completed. That is really a formality, since we still have an inherent interest in the project, and, as I said, as their CIO, you also have an inherent interest in the completion. I'll also want to know how your new position is progressing." 

I sat there and stared at him dumbfounded. Finally, when I could find words, I said, "I'd be a fool not to accept, wouldn't I, Mr. Fields? And the company could technically lose money if I said no."

"Correct on both parts, Kimberly. And from now on, please call me Brian."

"And you really mean that you'd give me a job at any time in the future."

"Yes, for a minimum of three years even if you want to come back five years from now. I'll even put that in writing. As part of that promise, I'll even guarantee a minimum salary by year, with increases for inflation."

Instinctively I jumped up and hugged him. "Thank you very much. I won't let you down, Mr. Fields...I mean Brian."

"May I take that as a yes?"

"Absolutely!"

"Only one other person knows the full terms of our deal, Kim: our VP of finance. Your supervisor knows about Hunter wanting to hire you away from us, that they are offering more money, the terms of completing the contract, and that I will hire you back if you are unhappy there. She does not know anything. Please do not reveal any of the financial terms." I assured him everything would remain confidential.

We then called Hunter on his speakerphone and advised them of my acceptance. As we shook hands and I turned to leave his office, he called my name, "Kimberly!"

"Yes, sir?"

"Please don't take offense. I know commenting on the way someone dresses can constitute harassment, but I just have to say I like your new look."

"Thank you, Brian. I accept that as a compliment and appreciate your honesty."

Barb had a wide smile on her face when I walked into her office. "Well, Kim, did you accept Hunter's offer?"

[hirarandi]

"No. I love it here too much. Working for this company and you has been fantastic and rewarding. If I go there, I may be stepping into a fire."


"But I thought Brian was going to recommend that you accept and guarantee to rehire you if you want to return."

"He did."

"Then how could you be crazy enough to refuse Hunter's offer?"

"I didn't, silly. I was teasing you."

"You bitch." Barb laughed, "I was going to offer to take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate, but I think I just changed my mind."

"I'm sorry, Barb. Don't be mad at me. I'm so pleased; I just had to tease you."

"Well, I am teasing, too. If you really want to apologize, you can accept my offer for dinner."

"Ah, I might have a conflict, Barb," I fibbed. I'll let you know in a few minutes. I just need to run back to my office and make a call first." I had to have Kelly's approval.

"Not a problem." As I turned to leave, she stopped me. "Kim, I must be honest with you first. Over the years we've always gone Dutch, as two friends, every time we've been out together. I can't tell you how much I enjoy your company. Since you no longer work for me. I want to take you out and treat you like you are my date, to celebrate your new position."

"A date! That sounds like you also want to get me into bed?" I exclaimed, laughing. "I know you're not a lesbian? You have always gone to office functions with men, and you have even gone on double dates with Jeff and me." 

She walked around to the front of her desk and grasped my hand. I was surprised at the tingle I felt because of her touch. "Please don't tell anyone else this, Kim. I have considered myself to be bisexual, but lately I prefer the company of a woman to that of a male. I haven't slept with a man in over two years. The men I were with were simply friends I was using as window dressing. So, I guess that does make me a lesbian. The men you saw me with all those times never got into my pants. I should have told you before this. I am sorry for deceiving my best friend. I hope this doesn't change things between us." 

I guess our friendship wasn't as close as I thought. While it didn't matter, I wondered why she hadn't revealed this side of herself to me.? I have had numerous close friends and acquaintances over the years who were LBG. Hell, some may even be transsexual, but I could care less. I honestly told her, "Of course not, Barb. One's sexual proclivities do not change the person. You are my closest friend and always will be. I can understand why you want to keep it quiet. Too many people out there are homophobic."

Regretfully, it was my turn to deceive her because of Kelly and, for some reason, I was not ready to 'out' myself, even to Barb. It just wasn't in my nature to easily reveal my basal qualities, thoughts and feelings. So, I added, "Damn! I had no idea. Are you sure you have no ulterior motive for this date?"

"I do not, Kim. If I had even the slightest inkling that you were bi- or lesbian, I would have asked you out, ensnared you, and dragged, by hook or crook, to my lair, and 

probably before this, if the truth be known. Look, I don't even want to know if you are attracted to women. I promise, cross my heart, that I will not attempt to seduce you to find out. Tonight, I simply want your companionship, but as a date, not as a 'friend.' I want to take you out to dinner, then, if you are willing, as I hope, to go dancing; nothing more. If I ask you on a date when you come back for an update, however, things might be different.

"Kim, I admit that I have had feelings for you from the day you started working here but avoided approaching you because of our professional relationship, and the company policy about dating subordinates. Since I am no longer your boss, that is not a problem. Please make my day and be my date, even if it is just for this one night. As I said, I promise I won't make any move on you. I just want a friendly date with you, a woman; to be in your company for an evening, especially since you are going to be moving out of town. I'm going to miss you being around here. Gawd, I don't believe I just said all that. Please don't be upset with me."

"Trust me, Barb. I am not upset at all. In fact, I'm flattered." Then I knew I had to change the subject. "You're not going be my supervisor here? I'll still be reporting back as a part of the contract."

"That is correct. I guess Brian left that announcement for me to make. He and I discussed your status in detail. Your weekly, written report on the installation progress will be sent to me, but only for review and filing. Brian will be your official contact. With respect to the face-to-face meetings, I will probably attend, but you will not report to me. Your name will not appear on the corporate ladder. Even though Hunter agreed to the arrangement, I'm sure Brian doesn't want anyone to think there is a conflict of interest." 

"I'm flattered that you want to go on a real date with me, Barb. Give me fifteen minutes to make a couple calls and I'll give you my answer." When she offered her phone, I begged off saying I really needed some privacy. 

My heart was racing when I got to my office and dialed Kelly. Thankfully, she wasn't in class. As soon as she answered I told her I had a couple things to discuss and asked if she had time. She said she was free until her next class, so I explained the details of the job offer and told her how thrilled I was that I could be with her 24/7, if that is what she wanted. She replied that she did want me there and hoped that I'd still be willing to renew our own contract after the month was up. I was sure that I would but remained coy in my answer.

I was shocked when she rebuked me. "I cannot believe you made that decision without checking with me first. You still belong me, you know."

I swallowed hard before answering. "I apologize Mistress, I didn't think I needed to check with you or get your permission since it was a professional, work decision. To be honest, I was only thinking of myself when I accepted. Afterwards I thought you'd be pleased because I'll be moving there, and hopefully, living with you."

" I was teasing you, pet. The job move was strictly a professional decision and my permission was not required. I am thrilled that you will be here all the time. I would have been thoroughly disappointed had he offered you a promotion to entice you to stay with them. I don't know what I my reaction would have been. At least you told me about it promptly, THIS TIME." 

The extreme rise in amplitude of her voice was obvious and caught me off guard. "Ah, Mistress, you seem upset. What did I do?"

"It's not what you did, slut, it's what you didn't do."

"Mistress???"

"Damn it, kimmy, I promised myself that I wasn't going to bring this up until you got home, but I guess it needs to come out. I know you have been an independent thinker for a long time before we met, but you need to learn to communicate with me. I want to know about everything that happens in your life, as your mistress and as your lover. After you left this morning, I heard about two incidents that happened to you on Monday that you totally failed to mention. Did you think I wouldn't be pleased that you were made a deputy CIO at Hunter?" I wondered how she found out, but didn't ask.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I guess I didn't think much about it because I the job was to be temporary and didn't come with a raise. I didn't consider it to be a promotion since I don't work at Hunter. At least I didn't then."

"I can forgive you for that lapse, kimmy, But I really would have liked for you to tell me about their trust in you."

"I am sorry, My Mistress. I promise I will do better. But I can't remember anything else that I should have mentioned, though, ma'am."

"I think one work should remind you, pet: Sandra."

"Oh, shit, yes, Mistress. She approached me on Monday, to say she was a society member and wanted me to know since we would be working closely together. Scared me at first, but then I was OK with it."

"Well, I'm pissed that you didn't mention it. Something like that could be very important in our relationship. You're too new in this to decide if it is or isn't. You lucked out. Normally I'd punish your ass, but I also believe punishment needs to be administered as soon as possible. After you get home tomorrow will be too late."

"I am so sorry Mistress. I am still willing to accept whatever punishment you want, even tomorrow. You did punish Sam a day later for calling me a bitch."

"That was different. That had to be done in your presence."

"I truly am sorry, Mistress."

"You are forgiven, Pet. However, I do intend to show you a few of the ways you will be punished, without inflicting when you get home. Maybe the experience will be an incentive for future good behavior."

"Thank you, My Mistress. I love you. Good bye."

"kimmy."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You said you had a couple things to discuss. What were the rest?"

"I thought I had a problem about something, but I just worked it out in my mind." I didn't want to discuss Barb asking me for a date since Kelly was so upset.

"Come on, kimmy, out with it. It must have been important, or you wouldn't have brought it up in the first place."

Reluctantly, I told her about Barb asking me for a date and related the entire conversation virtually word for word. "Why do you consider that a problem, kimmy?"

"Because I belong to you, Mistress and shouldn't be going out on a date with someone else."

"How did you 'just work it out in your mind?'"

"I'm going to tell her 'no.'"

And why did you suddenly decide that, since you were intending to discuss it with me?"

"Should I conceal the truth, or just blurt it out?" I thought to myself. I didn't want to lie to her.

"I am upset with myself for not telling you about Sandra, Mistress. I just thought it best to not bring Barb into the discussion."

"I already said I forgive you for not telling me about Sandra. Let's move on. I think Barb could be a 'next step' in our relationship.

"Pet, many may find this a dichotomy, but one side of me is very old-fashioned when it comes to sharing my lovers, while the other side is very free-thinking. You already know that Allyson, Sam and I enjoy sex with one another. I still plan to get together with them, of course, but the frequency will lessen since I have you to satisfy my cravings. And, you will now be included in our forays. Do you think less of me, or love me less because I want to have sex with them, too?"

"Well, no, Mistress."

"And would you be jealous if I made love to a woman, other than Allyson or Sam, as long as you knew before I did, of course?"

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so, ma'am."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you love me, and you just indicated you wouldn't be doing it behind my back. Besides, as your slave, it is not my position to be jealous." Ok, as I indicated, because of my feelings for her, there might be some jealously, but I think I could live with it, and could learn to accept it. I couldn't say all of that out loud right now.

"Slaves do get jealous, pet. It's just best, in most cases, that they not show their jealousy to their Mistress or let it affect their relationship. Just so you know, some Mistresses think they can do anything they want without informing their subs, but I will never do that. I hope I never give you an opportunity to be jealous." She must have 'read' my thoughts.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"Had you simply accepted Barb's offer without discussing it with me and asking for my permission, though, I would be extremely upset. You should not consider it a problem, however. You have given me the choice of accepting or denying her request. And you said she promised the date would be strictly platonic. Let me ask a question first. If I were not in the picture, would you like to go on a date with her?"

"We have been close professional friends for several years. She is my BFF here. I think going out with her would be the proper thing to do, but not as a date. We have done that many times."

"Professional relationship aside, do you think your friendship would have been closer if she hadn't been your supervisor?"

"Maybe, but I can't say it would have been anything but platonic. After all, you brought out the lesbian side of me. Had she tried to come on to me, sexually, I probably would have rejected her, and that might have ended the closeness of our relationship."

Kelly laughed then said, "True. Let me ask it a different way. Considering what you now know about yourself, do you find her sexually attractive."

"Yes, I do." Then I remembered the feeling when Barb had grasped my hand and told Kelly about it.

"Then I want you to accept and try to seduce her if she keeps her promise!"

"But, Mistress! I can't do that!"

"Of course you can, and I think you should." There was silence on the line for a moment before she added, "She told you that she has feelings for you, correct?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sure all I would have to do is let her know that I don't have a problem having sex with her."

"Seriously, pet, let this be a litmus test. I would like to test your love for me. You have my permission to spend the night with her. See if it changes your feelings for me. Then call me in the morning and let me know."

"Are you ordering me to have sex with her, Mistress?"

"I could, but I am not. But I want you to, if the opportunity arises. The final decision is yours, and yours alone, to make."

"Thank you, Mistress. Considering what she said, maybe I need to do it for her and, as you said, for us. She really has been a great friend. Now, since this 'date' was unplanned, what do you want me to wear?"

"The outfit I packed for tonight will be a little too casual for a date. Wear what I packed for your flight home. I'm sure she will like the short skirt. The way the cut-off peasant blouse bares your midriff might help you to entice her into bed. I may want to discuss new traveling clothes in the morning. Just for the record, I do not want you to ask permission for anything else until you call me back in the morning. You are temporarily released from that requirement."

"Thank you, My Mistress." Then, after a pregnant pause, I added, "Ah, now I have another problem, ma'am."

"And what might the second one be, my little one."

"I'm still wearing my ID tag. May I remove it, Mistress?"

"Absolutely not! I think you are intelligent enough to find a way to explain it to her. Remember that honesty is usually the best policy, pet. Besides, don't you think Barb deserves to know that you belong to your Mistress?"

"You are correct again, ma'am. Otherwise, I would be simply leading her on. She needs to know it will be a 'one-night stand' even though I despise that term."

"It might not have to be a one-night stand, pet. I could permit you to get together with her in the future if you want, and if you are a good slave. You said you will have to return to give updates. You just need to provide all the facts to her.

"Thank you, Mistress. What did I do to deserve you?"

"You walked into Lisa's wearing white ankle socks, bitch," she chided and laughed. "Relax and enjoy your evening. Just don't forget that I love you. You are free to do whatever comes naturally tonight. I will be anxiously awaiting a full report in the morning.

"I do have a clarification for you, pet. I said that you do not have permission to remove your ID tag. If you are successful in getting her into bed, your ID tag would be an impediment for her to freely make love with you. Who would want to lick a pussy that has such a visible reminder that someone else owns it? I want you to convince Barb to remove it while, at the same time, have her promise that she will replace it in the morning. That will tell her that she is returning you to me."

"Wow, you don't make it easy, Mistress."

"I don't plan to ever make it easy for you, slut. It's just part of your training. Have a great time on your date. I love you." 

"I love you, too, Mistress. And thank you for being so understanding and for being such a wonderful Mistress. It pleases me that you trust me so much."

I trembled as I walked back to Barbara's office, still wondering what was going to happen. Well, I knew I was going to accept her offer for a "date," but didn't know what would develop beyond that. Even though Kelly encouraged me, I still felt it didn't seem right to make love to someone else. Moreover, I really wasn't sure I wanted Barb to know about my relationship with Kelly. Simultaneously, I seriously wondered what it would be like to make love to Barb. "After all," I thought, "Kelly said she wasn't ordering me to make love to Barb. Kelly simply said she wanted me to." But then, a Mistress' wish is a command, isn't it? Can I really make love to another woman this early in my relationship with Kelly? I took a deep breath and knocked on Barb's door jam.

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"Ok, Barb, I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I have to ask one more time. If I agree to make your proposition a formal date, will you promise not to try to get me into your bed afterwards?" I asked with a smile. I didn't want her to know I had made my decision, because I still had doubts. My problem was that I still felt that I would feel guilty if I went through with it. Yes, it would help test our commitment to one another, and Kelly did give me unrestricted permission, yet... If anything was going to happen tonight, it would be strictly on my terms, not hers. 


"Kim, I cannot tell you how many times I almost asked you out, company rules be damned. I now have an opportunity that I may not have again. I just want to the pleasure of spending an evening with you. I want to be in your company. I would like to hold your hand if that's OK, and still want you to dance with me. Hell, yes, ending the night with sex would be great, too, but if making that promise is what it takes to get you agree to spend an otherwise intimate evening with me, then you have it, albeit reluctantly."

"Who the hell am I kidding," I thought. "Barb is a great person, a successful business woman at 35, about 5'7 with long blond hair. She works out nearly every day and, now that I really look at her as a woman, very buff. Yea, I wouldn't mind going to bed with her. I wonder if she is shaved?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "Great! It's a date then. I will even hold your hand and dance with you. Where are you taking me?"

"How about TC's Grill?"

"That's the Cowboy Club, right?"

"Cowgirl Club, Kim. My eyebrows raised and she laughed, "You didn't even know it is a lesbian nightclub, did you? Have you had your head stuck in a hole?" Little did she know. "Dress accordingly. I'll make the reservations and pick you up around 6:30."

I had about half an hour's work to finish packing the personal items in my office before driving to my apartment to get ready for my "date." I called Kelly once I laid out the clothes that she had packed for my return trip. 

"Hi, pet. I didn't expect to hear from you until morning. You must miss me."

"More than you know, Mistress, but I need to ask your permission to modify my clothing for tonight."

"I thought I gave you freedom to make decisions without my permission."

"Well, yes you did, ma'am. But that was after you gave me specific instructions on what to wear, so I assumed altering my clothing wasn't included."

"Now that I think about it, that's true. Had you not told me, I would not have remembered. Thank you for being honest. OK, I am open to changes, but you need a good reason. Tell me why you want something different."

"It's only a small change. Barb wants to go to a Western themed club and asked me to dress appropriately. Well, the peasant blouse will be OK, but I don't think knee socks and penny loafers constitute a proper Western look."

"You are right. The skirt I selected doesn't fit a Western theme. So, what do you recommend in their place, dear?"

"Well, we had a Western themed party at the office a couple years ago. I bought complete outfit to wear for it, including a pair of cowgirl boots and a white Western hat. I'd like to wear them tonight, but the problem is the skirts length ends at mid=calf, slightly longer than your requirements."

"That length is definitely verboten for any slut of mine. Obviously there a Western store in town where you can purchase a short skirt."

"Yes, Mistress, there is one only a mile away. Sorry, I should have thought of that."

"Yes, it would have been great had you suggested that to your Mistress as a solution, rather than simply saying you had a problem. While I make the decisions for you, I don't want to have to think for you, too." I heard her laughing as she 'reprimanded' me.

"Thank you. Should I still wear the thong panties you packed, too, Mistress?"

"Don't you think I want you to wear them since I packed them with the skirt and didn't instruct you to not wear them?"

"Forgive me for asking, Mistress." More laughter.

"You must not assume, but you really do need to put your mind in gear before you open your mouth. You seem to be lacking in that area." I knew she was teasing me and smiled.

"I want you to wear the boots home tomorrow. Do you have any dresses that might look ok with them? I don't want you to wear the same one you are going to wear on your date." I described a couple different ones and she made her decision. "After I meet my cowgirl slut at the terminal, I intend to collar her, attach a leash to the collar, lead her home and ride her to an amazing climax."

"I think I will enjoy that Mistress."

"Do not wear the panties on your trip home tomorrow, though."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you decided to have sex with Barb?"

"I'm leaning in that direction, ma'am."

"I put a chain in the small jewelry box. Attach it to your nipple rings. I'll bet Barb will like that."

"I'm sure she will, Mistress."

"Wear white socks with your boots, slut."

"Yes, My Mistress."

"Call me in the morning, little one."

"May I call you before then, Mistress, even though you said I didn't have to?"

She laughed and said, "Think you might need some prompting, pet?"

"It's a possibility. I still think I'll feel strange being with her, knowing I belong to you."

"Tell me something kimmy, and I want an honest answer. Now that you know the joy of making love to another woman, if I were not in the picture, would you go to bed with Barb tonight if she did try to seduce you? 

"Yes, ma'am, I probably would. She is a fantastic person and I've always liked her. As I mentioned, I considered her my closest friend...up until I met you, that is, Mistress."

"Then don't worry about it. Just do it. You already have my permission and you know I won't be angry or jealous. And I know you will again be in my arms tomorrow even if we didn't have a contract."

"Thank you, Mistress. But you didn't answer my question."

"And that was..."

"May I call you before morning if I want to?"

"Yes, you may, pet. You may always call me any hour of the day. You never have to ask for permission to call or text me. Have a great evening. Whatever happens, just don't disgrace your Mistress tonight."

"I promise I won't, ma'am. Thank you."

After returning with my new skirt, I bathed, shaved, and thwarted an urgent need to masturbate. I knew that was one act that would not be permitted under Kelly's carte blanche permission. After liberally dousing myself with my favorite body powder and dabbing matching perfume in appropriate places, Putting the white socks on first, I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror, remembering Kelly's comments about her fetish. Damn, a woman in nothing but white socks WAS sexier than a naked woman. Feeling silly, I put the boots, attached the chain to my nipple rings and checked my image in the mirror again. I liked what I saw. I was amazed that I was beginning to admire my body. After the black thong, I put on a short, dark blue and white print, full skirt. Since I rarely wore panties anymore, I was much more aware of the thin strip of cloth pressing between my cheeks. Only the western hat remained after I pulled on the peasant blouse, which Kelly told me to wear off-shoulder, and, if I forgot to mention, its elasticized waist was cropped to end just below my breasts baring my abdomen. I went into my closet and carried my hat out to the full-length mirror. Putting the hat on my head, I had to admit that the girl I saw reflected in the mirror looked damn good. Just then the doorbell rang. Barb was prompt.

"Holy shit, girl! You not only look sexy, you are ravishing. And I thought you looked great at work today. This tops anything I've ever seen you wear. You are showing more skin than I've ever seen before, too. Did you dress this way just for me?"

"Sort of," I replied meekly. Damn, not telling the whole truth was difficult.

"I already wish I hadn't made that promise. I have GOT to know what provoked this change in the Kim I've known for so long. You do look fab, darling."

"Barb, I promise I will tell you everything before the night is over." I commented, and then added, "You don't look so bad yourself. Those jeans look like they are painted on you."

She was wearing tight, stretch jeans, with a front zipper, a white, western style, curve-hugging shirt, along with a black hat and black boots. I found it interesting that her hat was black and mine was white. Never had I looked at a woman with lust in my heart before Kelly. Hell, before Kelly, I had never looked at a woman in a sexual way.

She hugged me quickly then grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. "Come on. Let's get out of here before I break that promise right here in the middle of your apartment. Ummmm, you smell fantastic, too," she exclaimed as we headed to the parking lot holding hands and giggling like two teenagers.

I was a little surprised when she opened the car door and held it for me to get in. Seeing my look, she said, "Well, you did agree this would be a date, Kim. This is how I treat my dates." I thanked her, wondering how many 'dates' she has had with other women.

We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. Our table was not ready, so we walked over to the bar and ordered Margaritas. While waiting for them to be prepared, Barb took both my hands in hers and said, "I can't believe I didn't notice you were not wearing a bra again. Maybe they weren't as hard as they are now," she teased. I blushed at her reference to my nipples. "You weren't wearing a bra when you removed your jacket at lunch. Is this also a part of your new look, Kim?"

"The hard nipples or not wearing a bra?" I quipped, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Your choice, dear." I confessed that until a week ago I had never gone outside the house without a bra. "Ah, are you missing anything else," she inquired with a grin.

"I'm wearing panties, if that's what you mean. Hope you aren't disappointed?"

"Of course I'm disappointed," she laughed. Were you wearing any at lunch?

I blushed slightly and answered with a simple, "No."

"Just to be clear, does that mean 'No, you weren't' or 'No, you were?'

[hirarandi]

I felt myself blushing even more if that is possible. "I was not wearing panties, Barb."


"Damn, how did you ever extract that promise from me? You'd better be explaining a lot to your former boss and best friend before this night is over, girl." I nodded assent. She then excused herself and headed to the lady's room. As she walked towards me when she returned, I noticed the obvious bounce of her breasts. She had removed her bra. Caught staring at the two bumps beneath the pockets of the blouse, she exclaimed, "Well, hell, girl. I only wore it because of you. I rarely wear one outside the office." I knew I would have noticed that when we went out together in the past. Before I could inquire, however, she added, "Even though you weren't wearing one at work today, I thought you were a little more modest because you wore a jacket to hide that fact. So, I figured I had better wear one tonight." She rolled her shoulders, laughed and added. "Damn, I feel better already. Unlike you, I'm not wearing panties. There wasn't any room between my skin and the jeans."

"Well, sorry, but mine are going to stay in place," I bantered. Barb laughed again and I laughed with her. Even though we had been at many business dinners and functions together, I never realized that Barb had a comical side. I liked it! We had had lots of lunches and dinners together in the past. Tonight, she seemed to be in a different mood. Maybe because she considered this to be a 'date.'

Barb had requested for a booth to be reserved for us. I slid in first. Instead of sitting across the table, she sat beside me and grasped my hand. "This place gets a little noisy when the band starts, Kim. We won't be able to hear one another if I sit across from you. I must admit, though, it is also a great excuse to sit closer to you. I think we have the best seat in the house. We'll be able to relax and talk." 

We picked up the menus after the waitress recited the day's specials. It suddenly hit me that it was a good thing that I didn't have to call Kelly to ask what to eat. That would probably be a little difficult now. She'll have to give me permission to make my own decision in case I run into this problem in the future. I know it sounds absurd this early in our relationship, but I already preferred to have Kelly choose what I ate. I knew she would approve of my next move. I placed my menu back on the table. "Barb, I'm so excited about everything that's happened today, and being here with you, I don't want to make another decision. Please order for me."

"Now how can I do that, Kim? I don't know what you like."

"Oh, I think you know me well enough after all these years. I give you my word that I will enjoy anything you order for me." 

I was surprised that our conversation for the next half hour was very non-personal. Barb added more office gossip to our earlier discussion, and I told her a little about what it was like at Hunters. About half way through our meal the band started playing. The first set was a CW line dance. Barb grasped my hand and started sliding out of the booth. When I resisted Barb said, "Come on, Kim. I promised you dinner and you agreed to dance. This is the dancing part. I intend to burn up the floor with you tonight since I won't get you in bed." I explained, to no avail, that I really wasn't into line dancing and didn't know the first thing about it. She wouldn't take no for an answer and quickly got me to enjoy it.

We switched between eating our dinner and dancing for the next two hours. Dishes cleared, we ordered a second round of drinks just as the band started a set of slow songs. Once again, I was pulled to the floor. We started dancing at arms-length, hands on hips, until I decided that was unnecessary. Knowing that I wanted to abide by Kelly's wishes, I needed to feel the warmth and strength of Barb's body and was sure she felt the same way. I slid my arm around Barb's back, pulled her close to me, laid my head on her shoulder, and let her lead. "Now that's more like it," she whispered, resting her head against mine, pulling me even tighter. Her hand didn't move from the back of my peasant blouse, though. I closed my eyes and drifted along with her. We danced that way through the rest of the set then returned to our table.

When our waitress asked if we cared for dessert, Barb turned to me and asked, "Would you share a cheesecake with me, Kim? I don't want a whole piece myself. 

My mind drifted back to the night I met Kelly and said, "Only if you are willing to feed it to me."

With a huge grin on her face, she replied, "I might be able to handle that. In fact, it will be a pleasure. If I remember correctly, you once told me that you like your cheesecake drowning in amaretto." I think she enjoyed telling our server to bring only one fork. While waiting for the dessert, we dashed onto the dance floor for the next set of slow songs. I think I held her even closer, if that is possible. 

She finally moved down to my relatively bare back during the second song. Even though it was only her hand, I enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin. In turn, I slowly slid my hand down onto the seat of her pants. "Hey, there, little girl," she whispered, "Watch where that hand is drifting, or I may not be able to keep my promise."

I was, in fact, teasing her. I placed my hand back on her waist again and apologized. "I'm sorry, Barb. I need you to keep that promise."

"Damn! A girl can only hope." she whispered and hugged me tight.

The cheesecake was waiting when we returned to the table. Barb cut a small piece with the fork and held it to my lips. Trying to be sensuous, I opened my mouth, thrust my tongue out. Barb placed the small bite on top. She watched intensely as I drew it into my mouth, closed my eyes and moaned over the sumptuous taste. I then watched as she tried to simulate my antics.

After looking at me with a wide grin, she commented, "Now let me get this straight. The deal was that I feed you, but you didn't say that I had to use a fork. Correct."

Not knowing what was on her mind, I concurred. I expected her to pick the cheesecake up in her fingers and feed it to me. Instead, she cut another piece with the fork and put it into her mouth. Thinking back to my evening at Lisa's with Kelly I knew what was going to happen. Barb put her hand behind my head and moved closer. When her lips touched mine, I automatically opened my mouth to accept the cheesecake. Her tongue stayed in my mouth a little longer than necessary, probably because I was sucking on it so hard. Ten more bites were fed to me in the same manner. I didn't realize that we had been served that much dessert; or was Barb just cutting it into very small pieces? I didn't really care. I only knew that my thong was getting very damp.

The band announced the last song of the current set. Barb said, "It's getting a little late, Kim, but I'd like to dance this last song with you."

"Please, Barb, I'd love one more, too."

Half way through the dance I kissed Barb's neck, received a sensuous moan in return, and raised my head. Words were not needed. We locked lips for a few seconds and our tongues started a dance of their own with my hands on her ass and her hands returning the favor. I don't know how long that kiss lasted, but we suddenly realized that the band was no longer playing.

Barb looked into my eyes and said, "I don't know who is seducing whom here, but I don't think I broke my promise."

"You definitely did not, Barb."

"Then I think we need to continue this party somewhere else. I have some great artwork at my house that I'd like to show you."

I laughed at the old cliché. "I think it would be wonderful, but I promised you that I would tell you why I have changed so much. I need to do that before we view your artwork, if you don't mind."

"Anything you want, Kim, if it means that I get to spend more time with you."

She started to slide into the booth, but I stopped her. "The park lake should be beautiful under tonight's full moon. Why don't we go down there and relax on one of the benches? That would be a perfect place to sit and talk. It's private, yet out in the open." The walk took less than ten minutes, Hand in hand, we found the perfect spot to watch the reflection of the moon across the lake. It was a great romantic setting. The scene awakened memories of watching the sunset with Kelly. Damn, everything reminded me of Kelly.

We continued to hold hands in silence while sitting on the bench. I knew Barb was patiently waiting for me to start the conversation. "Barb, I want you to know that I changed my mind. I want to make love to you tonight."

She squeezed my hand and replied, "I have wanted to hear that since I saw you walking into my office this morning." I noticed that she continued looking across the lake, instead at me while saying this.

"The thing is," I said, "I don't want to go into this under any false pretenses."

"I thought we came here to talk about how you changed into an extremely good looking, sensuous woman from an extremely good looking, sensuous nerd."

I had to chuckle at her analogy. "Well, we did."

"Then what the hell is this about false pretenses?"

"I hope you'll understand and won't be mad at me when I tell you the whole story. And I truly hope you will still want to invite me back to your apartment to 'view your artwork afterward.'"

"The tone of your voice tells me I am not going to like what you have to say and think I will have to make that decision for myself, Kimberly. I also think I am going to be sorry that I posed the question in the first place." Her voice was, suddenly, very cold.

[hirarandi]

I turned sideways, grasped both of her hands in mine, and forced her to turn so she was facing me. Then, squeezing her hands tightly, I confessed. "I belong to someone, Barb."


"That's effing impossible!" was her immediate response. After a pause she added, "You only broke up with Jeff last weekend. You couldn't have another boyfriend already. At least not one with whom you could be serious, unless you were cheating on him at the same time he was cheating on you."

"No, it's not about a boyfriend, Barb. I actually met someone...another woman...just last weekend...and...well, we have...become rather close."

"I still say it's impossible. I know you too damn well. You couldn't get serious about anyone in one week...Unless you are simply picking up whomever comes along to get back at Jeff. If that's the case, and you want a woman, I can help you there. You know me better and I'm available.

"Damn, she and I talked about this and I said I would tell you everything. I thought it would be easier to explain. It's not a simple relationship, Barb. You missed the fact that I said I BELONG to someone. That someone just happens to be a woman.

"OK. I...You are right. I don't fucking understand. What do you mean by ...belong?" 

I knew her reactions were coming from emotions, and knew I had to derail them immediately or a wonderful evening would be spoiled and quickly end. "You are going to have a lot of questions about what I tell you, but I'll probably cover most of them by the time I finish my story. Will you promise to listen and not say anything until I tell you that I am finished? It will be so much easier for me that way." 

Recognizing the serious look on my face, Barb nodded assent, albeit reluctantly, as was obvious by the look on her face. Leaving out only a few details, such as my clothing requirements (or lack thereof), I explained how Kelly and I met quite by accident at Lisa's, how Kelly sensed that I had a submissive side and immediately started to dominate me, although I didn't realize what was happening at the time. I told her how I accepted Kelly's collar and went home with her. I also gave her some details about agreeing to submit to her for a month, without mentioning the contract. I also thought it best to not discuss the discipline part of our relationship or mention the word slave because that word has too many negative connotations. I told her that Kelly was the person I had moved in with and explained how she was making virtually all my decisions outside of work. I even revealed that she was the reason I got my body piercings without specifically mentioning the ones in my vagina. After nearly fifteen minutes, I said, "That's about it, Barb."

"Knowing you as well as I do, Kim, it's difficult to believe that (a) you have a submissive side, (b) you agreed to be someone's submissive for a month, and © that you pierced anything except your ears even though I can see the rings in your nipples. I have personally witnessed your strong, if not dominating, personality at work. I've watched you in negotiations with clients and interactions with fellow workers. You only give an inch if it is in the best interests of everyone concerned. Rarely do you lose."

"I can't disagree with you, Barb. I, too, find it difficult to believe everything that has happened. This last week has been like a whirlwind in my life. While I feel like I am living a dream, I am telling you the truth. It is real and, so far, I have enjoyed every minute of belonging to Kelly. I even call her Mistress or 'ma'am, out of respect." I then laughed and said, "In fact, since you know the truth, I will feel strange if I don't say 'mistress' when using her name. I truly enjoy being in her presence. Living with her is like living with a queen. She explained the dichotomy to me. I am so dominating while at work that I am willing, and probably even have a subconscious desire, to relinquish control to someone else, when away from the job. The D/s community has a saying that 'In bondage there is freedom.' I could never have believed or understood it without actually living it."

"Well, I sure as hell don't understand it." Her tone was still curt and bitter.

I tried to explain, "Essentially, by giving myself unconditionally to Mistress Kelly, by agreeing to obey any and all of her wishes and demands, I am forced to do things that I might subconsciously desire, even need, but would never consider doing voluntarily. It is utterly amazing how I feel when I walk into her house at the end of a work day. It's like I don't have a care in the world; like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I don't need to make decisions because I am literally not permitted to make any."

"For example?"

"There is no 'for example.' Mistress Kelly now makes EVERY decision FOR me that isn't directly related to my work. When you went to the restroom at lunch, I called her to ask what I should eat. Tonight has been an exception. She gave me freedom do be with you and do whatever I want. When I asked you to choose what I would eat for dinner tonight, I was using you as an extension of her. I have not selected what I have eaten for nearly a week. I can't explain it, but I love it. If this confession bothers you, I apologize, but it was fun having you make that decision for me." 

"But can you just walk away at any time."

"You are absolutely correct, Barb. Mistress Kelly gave me what is called a 'safe word.' All I need to do is say it and tell her I want to quit. But, after being with her for a week, I don't have any desire to leave. I know it sounds crazy. One must experience it to fully realize the implications. It's really a matter of trust. I trust my mistress to never exceed my limits and she trusts me to keep my word by unconditionally honoring our agreement. It's only for one month and I want to see if I can really do it."

"Kim, as I said, knowing you as I do, I still find it difficult to believe your story. I can picture you reading about this type of scene in a book and simply relating it to me."

"I would never make up a story like that. There is no reason to. And what about my 'new look' as you call it?"

"Maybe you are trying to find an easy way to justify the change. Maybe you really don't want to make love to me and are saying you belong to this phantom mistress rather than tell the truth."

"Oh, gawd, Barb, that's not the case. As I said, I'd never lie to you like that. I don't need to 'justify' anything. I don't need to dream up some story. All I'd need to do is say that I wanted to change my image and you'd accept it. In addition, if I didn't want to make love to you, I'd be honest and tell you. You know me well enough to realize that. The truth is I do want to make love to you, and I want to do it tonight."

"Wouldn't that be cheating on your 'MISTRESS'?" she said sarcastically.

"Not if she knows and has given me permission."

"You can't be fucking serious!" she screamed.

"I am totally serious. That's why I went to my office when you invited me to dinner tonight. I said I had to make some phone calls. I only had to make one call: to Mistress Kelly to get permission to accept your offer. I didn't need her permission to go to dinner, but the fact that you wanted it to be a date made the difference. 

We even discussed the possibilities of you and I spending the night together. She asked if I wanted to. I said that I really liked you and I indicated that it might be a possibility. She gave me permission to do whatever I want tonight. I will, of course, be obligated to tell her everything in the morning, and I do mean everything. There simply is no jealousy with her."

Breaking the long silence that followed, I touched my necklace and said, "This is a symbol of our agreement, Barb. It is a constant reminder that I belong to her. She locked it on me before I left, and I can't take it off. She has the combination to the lock."

"Bullshit, Kim. Even though you are saying otherwise, I still can only believe you made this all up and cannot imagine why."

I realized it would now be a challenge to get Barb into bed. She was getting pissed. No, she was already pissed. I had worked with her long enough to recognize her stubborn streak. Once she became obstinate, she acted like a mule. My problem is that I thrive on challenges. I could only think of two simple ways to prove my story. Rising from the bench, I stood with my legs spread slightly and my knees nearly touching hers. "Barb, please put your hands on the back of my legs." While she complied with my request, I could sense her reluctance. I grasped her arms and started pulling them up. Sensing what I was doing, Barb resisted more and exclaimed, "No, Kim, all this bullshit has turned me off. I really don't want to do this anymore."

I released her arms, put my hand under her chin and tilted her head up so she would be looking directly into my eyes. To my surprise, she didn't remove her hands from the backs of my legs. I took a chance, placed my hands on her cheeks, leaned down and kissed her. Her lips, initially firm and tight, eventually softened. Soon, I felt her tongue probing at my lips. I parted mine to accept her tongue for a few seconds then pulled back. "Look, Barb, I know you want me as much as I want you. If I prove my story, will you yield to your sensual desires...for me? Please?"

"OK, I'll think about it!"

"Then grab my ass under my skirt like I want you to."

Barb stared at me for the longest time then moved her hands up. We both sighed as she touched my bare cheeks. A wide grin quickly covered Barb's face. "You little slut, you said you were wearing panties."

"Oh, but I am, doll. It's a thong."

A slight movement of Barb's fingers provided confirmation. "Oh! I guess I assume too much."

I leaned down, kissed her lightly again and said, "Now I want you to take them off." I could feel Barb's fingers tremble slightly as she obediently grasped the waistband of the miniscule garment and pulled it down below my knees until gravity took over.

One by one I raised my feet so she could remove them completely. She laid them on the bench beside her and put her hands back on my ass. I spread my legs wider, reached back and pulled her hand to the front. Accepting my unspoken invitation, Barb slid her hand between my legs and onto my pussy. "Oh, my gawd," she exclaimed you're pierced there, too."

Simultaneously, my lips touched hers again and her fingers found my ID tag.

"What the hell is this," she asked, pulling back.

"My ID tag."

"ID tag?"

"Yea, it's like the dog tags military personnel wear."

"I feel letters engraved on it. What does it say?"

"It says that I am the property of Mistress Kelly."

"You really are crazy. I don't believe you."

[hirarandi]

I locked lips with her again. This time it was a deep, sensual kiss and long enough that Barb's other hand joined the first between my legs, and, to my surprise, she slipped her middle finger into my pussy. With her eyes drilled to mine, she removed that finger, pulled her head away from our kiss and inserted it into her mouth, sucking my juices from it. A smile appeared on her face, "Would you like a taste, too?" I nodded. She inserted her finger into me again and offered it to my lips. Barb watched as *I savored the taste of my own sweet juices. Now it was my turn to smile.


I straightened up and declared, "Barb, you said I ruined your desire to make love to me. I honestly understand your change of heart, but I hope that was an incentive for you to seriously consider my proposition." This time it was her turn to simply nod. I grabbed her hand and said, "Well, what are we waiting for, lover! Let's go see that art work."

About halfway to the car I remembered the thong. It was still lying on the bench. When I told Barb, she laughed and said, "Someone is going to have a great souvenir in the morning. While I would love to have them as my souvenir, we sure as hell are not taking the time to go back."

The ride to her house was in total silence. Once inside her front door, however, she turned on me, grabbed my wrists, and raised them high above my head while pushing me hard against the door. "You bitch. If nothing else, your silly fucking story has made me hot. I don't give a damn if you are making it up. I want you!" she exclaimed. I didn't know what to say, and even if I did, the fact that she sealed my lips with hers didn't give me a chance. She pressed her body tight against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. That kiss seemed to last forever while she slowly wheeled my arms out to the side before pinning them behind my back. While not releasing her grip, she slowly repositioned her hands so that she was grasping both my wrists with one (I could easily have pulled my arms away but had no desire to resist). Her free hand moved down to the hem of my skirt, pulled it up and clasped my bare ass. I sighed at her touch.

Finally, when she relaxed and pulled her head back, I asked, while trying not to laugh, "And why am I a bitch, you fucking cunt."

A smile crossed her face. "Because you turned me on with that bullshit story and I'm still not convinced you are going to make love to me. Come on, I brought you home. Now I want to see that so-called ID tag."

"Can we just sit down and talk a few minutes first?"

"Just what I thought, another fucking stalling tactic! You're trying to back out already. OK! Have it your way."

We went into her living room. She fell into the first over-stuffed chair she passed. I sat on the sofa and said, "Please sit beside me. It will be much easier." Once she had moved, I turned sideways, grasped her hands in mine and said, "Have you ever read the 'Story of O?' "

"So that's where you got all these ideas for your cock-and-bull story."

"No; and there is neither cock or bull involved in my story; it's all tit, pussy and cunt!" She started laughing. I hoped that would thaw some of the ice that had formed. "Now will you please keep quiet while I explain; other than to answer my question, of course?"

"Yes, I read it during college."

"Well, Mistress Kelly read it to me this week. I think it is much too intense, and I know I could not do many of the things that Stephen required 'O' to do with other men, but, at the same time, I was quite turned on by the story. At the same time, I now think I could do almost anything Mistress Kelly would demand as long as it only involved women.

"You are right in saying that I have always been a dominating person. It was different when I met Mistress Kelly. Just being in her presence was hypnotizing. She recognized this and somehow put me under her spell. I cannot explain it, but I immediately yielded all control to her." I held up my hand and showed her my ring. "This, Barbara dear, is the ring that Mistress Kelly gave me a short time after I agreed to be her submissive for a month. I've been saying submissive, but I agreed to be her slave, just not in the context we usually use for slaves. Recognize it?"

It took Barb a few moments before she said, "That's the ring described in the story."

"Correct. Barb, I am very serious. For the past week, outside of work, Mistress Kelly has totally dominated me. She even dictates what clothes I will wear 24 hours a day, even to work. I may ask to wear certain items of clothing, but the final choice is hers. At home she requires me to be naked or wear minimal clothing. I normally do not wear underwear, even at work. Mistress Kelly dictated the changes that you saw today, the clothes, the short hair and even the glasses. She made me buy a pair of subscription glasses. These glasses, by the way, are plain glass. I am also wearing my contacts. She thinks I look sexier wearing glasses. I cannot believe how frumpy I dressed before. I love my new look. You even indicated you liked the change. When you went to the restroom at lunch, I phoned her and asked her what she wanted me to eat. The salad was her response. Then she told me to remove my jacket, probably so you could see I wasn't wearing a bra.

"As I already said, I called her later and told her about you. I was surprised when she released me from her control for the evening so that I could make my own decisions about you and about her. She released me from having to contact her because I told her I really like you. However, I must admit, she told me what to wear for our date tonight. She packed my suitcase with what she wanted me to wear on this trip. She initially told me to wear another outfit but changed her mind when I told her the club had a 'cowgirl' theme. I had to go out and buy this skirt because I am not permitted to wear long dresses or skirts any more.

Barb's next question surprised me. "Do you love her, Kim?"

"Yes, I am sure I do even though it's only been a week. I have never felt this way about anyone before, even Jeff. But then, how can one truly tell? She literally swept me off my feet. It could be infatuation, but I think it is love."

"I just do not understand how you can say you love her, and I assume the feeling is mutual, yet you can propose having sex with me the first day you are away from her."

"As I alluded to in the park, it is really a matter of trust. I told her about you, and she has no problem if you and I sleep together tonight. Had I gone behind her back, however, it would be different. I think she feels that if you and I make love, I will recognize my feelings for her to be either stronger or to be false. At least she alluded to that. She called it a litmus test."

"So, as far as I am concerned, it would be fuck me and forget me," Barb shot back.

"Not true. I have my doubts after that kiss in your hallway, but we may find that we are not compatible sexually. If so, I can't see why we cannot continue to be good friends. However, if we enjoy one another in bed, Kelly even said it didn't have to be the last time. After all, I have to come back a couple times. Why can't we love more than one person, Barb? To be honest, any feelings you and I develop towards one another probably would not be at the same level as what I feel for Kelly. And, good sex doesn't have to equate to love. However, she will permit us to get together again, if you want to, that is. She even alluded to that fact, provided I don't misbehave. Does that make any sense?"

"I think so. Now will you please shut up and show me that damn ID tag"

"Barb, if you really want to see it, you'll have to undress me."

My skirt was lying on the floor beside us a few seconds later. Her first comment was, "Damn, I wondered what that larger object was when I felt it, and you're even clean shaven"

"Yes, my dear. Mistress Kelly shaved me. She said a woman's pubic area looks better bald, and she doesn't like to get pubic hair in her mouth. She also said it's much more enjoyable if someone else shaves you." 

Barb laughed at this comment then said, "Well, I definitely like the look. You are the first person I've ever seen with all her pubic hair shaved off." 

I spread my legs wide so she could read the inscription on the tag. "I've never heard you called 'Kimmy' before."

"I hate that name. And that is the reason Mistress Kelly selected it as my slave name."

"If she calls me kimmy when we are in public, I know I must obey whatever she orders me to do as her submissive. If she uses Kim or Kimberly, I know I am temporarily released from that requirement. Also, as I said, when in public and in submissive status, I call her ma'am or whisper 'My Mistress' if others are present. I am permitted to call her Kelly when released. If she uses kimmy when in private I must always call her My Mistress, Mistress or ma'am no matter who may overhear."

[hirarandi]

"Should I call you Kimmy?"


"Absolutely not. I am your best friend, and, hopefully, your lover, not your submissive.

"You really do belong to her, don't you, Kim?"

"At least until the beginning of next month, unless we decide to make our relationship permanent."

"Do you think you will?"

"At this point, there is no question in my submissive mind that I probably will."

"Somehow I envy you."

"Why don't you finish undressing me, Barb? I'd like that. She quickly removed my peasant blouse and then the boots. She commented that she loved the chain connecting my nipple rings and wondered how she missed it through my blouse.

"Kim?"

"Yes, Barb."

"You said that one of the first things your Kelly noticed was your white ankle socks."

"Yes, she said that was one of her fetishes."

"Well, somehow, a woman wearing nothing but socks turn me on, too. I've only seen them in pictures up to now. Can we leave them on, please?"

My answer was to push her down and start kissing again. Minutes later I was holding her in my arms while she lay stretched out on the sofa suckling my ringed nipples. Even though she remained fully dressed, we kissed and hugged for over an hour. I was shocked when she looked into my eyes with the most serious look on her face. "Kim, I have a confession to make."

"Well, I guess this is the night for confessions. Your secrets are mine, doll. Spit it out."

"I'm scared."

"What?"

"I said I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I don't want to make a fool of myself."

"You aren't making sense, Barb."

"I've never had sex with another woman before. You're now so... well, experienced."

I laughed, and then apologized. "I'm not laughing at you, Barb. Earlier you said you assume too much. You are right. Before meeting Mistress Kelly, I didn't even know I was bi-sexual. However, you told me that you were bisexual. How can you say that if you've never done anything with a woman?"

"I didn't think you had been with another woman either, so I wasn't worried. I figured we'd do what comes naturally. I only said it because I wanted to make love to you. Damn, Kim, I told you that I haven't gone out with a guy for a long time and that is the truth. Look, I've wanted to experience a woman's love, but just couldn't get enough courage to ask anyone out. I've even bought lesbian magazines to read and surfed the web for pictures and movies. I felt something the first time you walked into my office. After I had known you for awhile, I just knew that I wanted my first experience to be with you but was always afraid to approach you. I can't say when it happened, but I somehow fell in love with you and kept it to myself to avoid a sexual harassment situation, thinking you would probably rebuff me. Damn, now I'm the one who sounds silly. I'm so embarrassed. Please don't hate me."

I kissed her again her as a reply. "I don't hate you, Barb. I must say I'm surprised, too. I never suspected that you had feelings towards me. And, yes, I probably would have been upset had I known your feelings. I didn't know my own feelings until Mistress Kelly brought out my lesbian side. Don't worry. As you said, just do what comes naturally. I promise there is no wrong way. I didn't know that, either, before Mistress Kelly." 

I stood, spread my legs and said, "Before we go any farther, please remove my ID tag, Barb."

"But you said you weren't permitted to remove it."

"That's correct. I can't, but you can."

"I don't understand" I explained what Kelly had said, including the part that she felt it wouldn't be fair for us to be making love with the ID tag as a visible reminder of her ownership. "The catch is you have to put it back on before I leave in the morning. That will be a symbol that you are returning me to her."

"She really thought about my feelings?"

"She did, my dear."

"You may also remove the chain connecting my nipple rings. It might get in our way.

I bent down, pulled her blouse up and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. While sucking and biting on the hard bud, I worked my hands between us to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She finished wiggling out of her blouse at the same time.

I was so hot, I quickly climbed on the sofa and dropped my pussy over her face. Barb became experienced in the ways of Sapphic love right there on her sofa. We kissed, licked and sucked until the wee hours of the morning. I even was able to tongue her anus while in a '69.' She willingly returned this most intimate way to make love.

Our lovemaking eventually moved to her bed where, sexually satisfied, we fell asleep in each others arms.

[hirarandi]

As sunlight started to peek through Barb's bedroom window in the morning, I turned on my side and looked at my new lover sleeping soundly under the blue satin sheet. Knowing she was naked beneath it, I carefully sat up, slipped down to the center of the bed while simultaneously, slowly peeling the sheet down past her hips so I could get a full look at her body in the daylight. She lay on her back, right leg pulled up at a forty-five-degree angle, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful vulva. Counting Kelly's, this was the second time I had been able to look at a female vagina up close. Well, Kelly made me 'inspect' mine in the mirror after she shaved me, so, technically Barb's is the third. 


Barbara's vulva, no longer aroused, looked like a delicate flower just waiting to unfurl. I had never thought about it before, but suddenly realized that every woman must be different 'down there.' Kelly was right. I really am naive and have a lot to learn.

I stared at her pink lips and thought about how wonderful it was making love with her the prior evening. I even imagined I could still taste her sweet juices. Thank you, My Mistress. 

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss her clit but knew that would awaken her. Selfishly, I wanted more time to just enjoy looking at her while she lay so still. 

My eyes studied her thick patch of pubic hair. I chuckled to myself remembering the two times I had to stop the enjoyment of licking her to remove a hair from my mouth. I will have to tell her to shave or at least cut it short, if she intends to continue her new lesbian desires. No, I will tell her that I will personally shave her the next time we are together, if Kelly does permit me to make love to her again, as she had indicated. I think I will give Barb an option. If she wants to keep her bush, I will trim it into the shape of a heart and only on her abdomen. Shaving between her legs will be mandatory.

As I watched her narrow waist and full breasts slowly move up and down with each breath, I realized I was getting turned on. I swear there was a smile on her face. 

Suddenly I knew I needed to hear Kelly's voice. Still naked, I went to the den, pulled my cell phone out of my purse, and dialed. The first thing she said was, "Are you naked, pet." 

I glanced down, laughed, and said, "No, Mistress, I am not."

"Why not? Do you think my rules only apply when you are with me?"

"I understand, ma'am, but I am still at Barbara's. You said I was free to decide for myself until I called you."

"Did you not sleep with her last night?"

"Yes, I did, Mistress."

"Then she knows what you look like naked. Being naked this morning should make no difference."

"But Mistress, Barbara did not see me naked."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" she screamed.

"She has your fetish about white socks, too, ma'am and asked me to keep them on. I wore them to bed last night and still have them on, ma'am."

"Oh, you little fucking slut! You got me. You do know the consequences for teasing your Mistress, though, don't you?"

I felt that thrill again. "Yes, My Darling Mistress. I'll be looking forward to receiving every one of those consequences."

"Don't put anything else on until you're ready to leave there, pet."

"I won't, My Mistress, I promise."

We talked for nearly an hour. I told her everything I could remember about my date with Barb. I even explained Barb's 'Doubting Thomas' attitude about our M/s relationship. Eventually Kelly asked, "The big question is, did your tryst with another woman change your feelings about your Mistress?"

"Oh, not all, ma'am. If nothing else, I love you even more."

"I hope so!

"So, what do you think about your new lover?"

"I adore her, Mistress. Thank you for insisting that I go to bed with her. I already know that I will want to see her again, with your permission, of course."

"That will all depend on how good a slave you are after you return to me, pet. I do have a proposition for you, assuming you will renew your contract." My excitement increased as she explained her idea. I was glad she also gave me permission to make love with Barb if the opportunity arose today.

Just as I hung up, Barb walked into the den wearing her robe. "Who were you talking to, Kim?"

I laid the phone down and replied, "Mistress Kelly."

"Yea, right! I still cannot believe the full extent of the relationship you described. And just what did you talk about?"

"Mostly about what you and did last night."

"You told her what we did?"

"Yep! Every sordid detail. I told you I would have to. There really are no secrets between us, Barb."

I think she was a little upset that I would "kiss and tell" because she changed the subject, "While I like the view, you don't have to run around naked, Kim. I have an extra robe that you can wear."

"I'm not permitted to wear anything except the socks until we are ready to leave for the airport."

"Mistress' orders, again" she said grinning.

"Yep!" 

If she was angry, I could see the anger quickly dissipate. "Wow, this is going to be a fun morning. I like your phantom Mistress more every minute. I'm pleased you are required to remain naked. I just love looking at your pierced nipples. Right now, I think we need to wash off the smell of sex. Would you like to shower with me? Then we'll have some breakfast before you leave." 

When we got to the bathroom, I asked if she would shave me, explaining that I wanted to be smooth for Kelly. "You'd really let me shave you?" she replied. I nodded. "I was surprised when I saw you shaved your pubic hair and have to tell you again that I like the look. Your neither lips are so...exposed...that way." 

I explained that it was another of Kelly's "requirements" and that she, too, kept her pubic hair shaved. "Actually, one of my 'slave' duties is shaving her."

"Maybe I'll have to try it someday."

"Truthfully, Barb, you'll have to get rid of that muff before we make love again. Now that I have eaten both shaved and unshaved pussies, I must agree with Mistress Kelly. Making love to a bald pussy is much better. It's difficult to explain but running your tongue over that smooth flesh is so much more enjoyable, and you don't get hair caught in your teeth. She also taught me that it is better to have someone else shave you. If you do it yourself, you always miss a few stray hairs. I was going to suggest that you let me do it the next time I'm in town, but I'm game if you want to do it now." 

"But you won't be around to keep me shaved."

"That's your problem, doll. The first time is the most difficult, though. You can decide while you are doing me."

I placed a towel on her cabinet, sat on it raised my legs and spread them with my heels on the edge. Barb quickly removed what little stubble I had, then said, "OK, you've convinced me. I'm next." We switched positions. I told her that I would give her two choices: shave everything off or trim the hair over her abdomen and shape it like a heart. She asked about a 'landing strip' and I replied that she had to choose between the two options I gave her. She picked the heart. 

I started by trimming the long hair with a comb and scissors, carefully placing the cut hair in a pile on the towel. I explained that Kelly had put mine in a plastic bag for me to keep as a souvenir. She said that she wanted to do the same in remembrance of our night of lovemaking. "I wish I had taken the time to run back for your thong," she laughed. "I'd pin them to the wall above my bed so I could see them every time I entered the bedroom."

By the time I had finished, we were so turned on that we made love again, but this time on the bathroom floor. The shower was next. We hugged, kissed and washed one another, taking so long we ran out of hot water. After drying off, she asked me to put the socks back on, and then joined me by putting on a pair herself. That's how we prepared, and ate, breakfast. It was fun frolicking around her kitchen with both of us practically nude.

My time to leave arrived too quickly for both of us. Back in her bedroom Barb said, "Kim, I want to kiss you one more time while we are still naked. I wholeheartedly agreed. It was long, a toe-curling, kissed. Our tongues danced for the longest time. If time were not against us, we would have ended up on the bed again.

When I laid my clothes out on the bed, Barb noticed that I hadn't included panties. She said she could loan me a pair of hers since I had apparently left my only pair in the park. We laughed again about that, wondering who would find them and what they would think. I passed on her offer, saying that I did have another pair, reminded her that I rarely wore them anymore, and said that, in any case, Kelly hadn't given me permission to wear any on the way home. This started a short discussion during which I again explained Kelly's rules for my clothing in detail. She finally acquiesced her position, saying, "You really aren't making any of this up, are you, Kim."

"Every word has been the truth, Barb."

"I've thought about going out without underwear a few times when wearing a skirt but always chicken out at the last minute. I guess I am not as brave as you are."

"Bravery has nothing to do with it, Barb. As I told you last night, 'In Bondage there is Freedom." The only thing I have done voluntarily is agree to be Mistress Kelly's sub. I can't tell you how many times I've mentally resisted one of Mistress Kelly's orders and how embarrassed I've been obeying some of them." While we were talking, Barb had put on a pair of panties. When she pulled her jeans on, I suddenly got an idea. "Why don't you join me, Barb? Wear a dress or skirt without underwear today, instead of those jeans."

"I can't do that, Kim."

"And why not? You didn't wear panties last night, and you don't have any on now."

"Lack of panties isn't very noticeable when I am wearing jeans and I only leave them off when I go out at night. Hell, that's a dumb comment. It wouldn't be noticeable when I wear a skirt either. I was really referring to the bra. My 36Ds would be too obvious if I didn't wear a bra." She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them slightly. "These puppies definitely have more bounce to the ounce than yours do."

I laughed at her referring to her breasts as puppies. "Hey, I showed you how much I liked those puppies last night. I couldn't get enough of them. Besides, they are firm, and you already said that you rarely wear a bra outside the office."

"I'm sorry Kim. I lied about that, too. I was trying to impress you. Since the club was rather dark, I didn't think it would be too noticeable if I wasn't wearing one. Besides, I wanted to be like you. I guess all my untruths are the reason I wanted to believe you were making up your story."

Then it hit me. I went into her closet, found the white, T-shirt dress that I had seen earlier and handed it to Barb. "OK, Barb. I'm tired of your Teddy-Bear bullshit. I know you're as much of a slut as I am. Here, put this on. It should display those puppies quite well."

If her stare were any intense, it would have burnt a hole right through me. I was beginning to think I had gone too far when she said, "And what if I don't want to?"

"I'll spank your ass until you finally agree. I should spank you anyhow since you lied to me, your best friend."

"You wouldn't dare! Besides, you said you were submissive."

Knowing I had to push my luck to find out if I were right, I picked up her hairbrush and sat down in the chair next to her bed. "I said I have a submissive side, Barb. As you have already noted, I am very demanding in my professional relations. I told you that I didn't know I had submissive side until Mistress Kelly exposed it. Just because I enjoy being submissive doesn't mean I can't spank your ass. You have just encountered my bossy persona, dear. After last night, I thought we had something good going. Don't spoil it all now by being a stubborn bitch. Your comment just earned you a minimum of ten smacks with this brush whether you wear the dress or not. You can refuse, but you are taking a chance that you won't see me ever again. Now drop those fucking jeans and get your ass over my lap." I was ecstatic when she obeyed my next order and dropped the panties too. 

With both garments around her knees, she laid over my lap. I put one arm around her waist and without any preparation, started smacking her ass hard with the hairbrush She was screaming for me to stop by the fourth swat. Her white cheeks were starting to turn a deep red by the tenth. I rubbed my hand slowly over the wounded flesh. This was the first time I had ever spanked anyone and was surprised how hot her ass was, even though I knew mine was just as hot after the times Kelly had spanked me. I slipped my fingers between her legs to confirm my suspicions. Her pussy was very wet. That and the moan accompanying my exploration left no doubt that she had even enjoyed her punishment. I realized spanking her also turned me on. I continued fingering her cunt, clit and even her anus until she climaxed.

I permitted her to stand once she had recovered from her orgasm. Her hands grasped her ass. "I didn't think you'd actually do it," she said with tears in her eyes.

I spread my legs and said, "Well now you know. Do you think you can find a way to thank me properly for the spanking and the orgasm?" Dropping to her knees she didn't hesitate licking me to a wonderful climax. I, in turn, licked my fluids from her face then tongue fucked her mouth. 

"Now, Barbara, are you going to wear what I tell you, or do you want more."

"I'll wear the dress."

"Without underwear?"

"Yes, damnit!"

"Watch the language, Barb, or you'll get another spanking." She smiled.

I stood, kissed her and watched as she finished pulling the cotton dress over her head. Cotton socks and penny loafers completed her outfit. Looking into her full-length mirror she said, "Wow! My nipples are hard. It's a good thing we aren't going to the mall." I just smiled. She then rubbed her ass through the dress and commented, "That really hurt, Kim."

"But, all things considered, you liked it."

She dropped her head a little and answered, "Yes, damn you! Oops, sorry!"

"I can honestly tell you that I've experienced worse. In fact, the spankings I get are much worse than what you just experienced." She was quite surprised.

On the drive to my apartment, Barb asked if the spankings I received had been for disobeying Kelly. I confessed that some were for simple disobedience, "and more," but explained that most spankings were administered simply because Kelly liked to spank me. We also discussed other types of 'punishments.' Her interest peaked, I think, when I explained the concept of sensuous pain and told her that what she experienced during the spanking was just that. It hurt at first, but once the endorphins kicked in, there was no question she was turned on.

It was then that I revealed Kelly's idea. "Barb," I started, "As you know, the training phase of the installation is nearing completion. Everyone will primarily be working on the simulator to hone their skills. There are enough knowledgeable workers now to help those that might need more training. I should be able to take a week off to come back and close my apartment. Hunter already said they will give me time to move. "How would you like to take some vacation to help me drive my car back? It will be much easier with two of us driving. We should be able to do it in two days. Then you can stay with Mistress Kelly and me for a day or two once we get there."

"Are you sure it would be OK with your Mistress Kelly?"

"Absolutely! In fact, it was her idea, and I'd really like you to accept."

"Why would she suspend your submissive status while I am there?"

"I didn't say that, Barb," I said, smiling inwardly. "There would be no change."

"You mean...?"

"Yes. I would be required to carry out the terms of our agreement. You would see Kimmy the slave in action. Do you think you could handle that?"

"I definitely could, as long as you don't mind."

"The truth is, Barb, I'd love it if you were there. I truly enjoy my new relationship with Mistress Kelly and want to share it with you. I want you to see how real it is. Let me sweeten the pot a little," I said, already knowing her answer would be 'yes.' 

"Mistress Kelly said that if I decide to renew our agreement for a year, it would be performed at a formal ceremony; sort of like a marriage. She said I could invite you if you would like to attend, but you'd have to spend those couple days with us first, so you have an intimate knowledge about our lifestyle."

"Ok, Kim. You've convinced me. You are on! I'd be happy to drive out with you and would love to attend the ceremony. All I need is a few days' notice so I can arrange the vacation."

Stepping inside my apartment, I immediately stripped, to Barb's surprise. "This really is hard to believe, Kim, but I'm not complaining. In fact, I love seeing you naked," she commented. Of the dresses I had described to Kelly for the flight back she had selected a tan, collared, belted, rayon shirtdress that was the only other dress I had with a full skirt and above-the-knee length. I loved the feel of the fabric against my skin but had only worn it once several years ago. I had purchased it as a dare on a shopping trip with a friend, to wear on a trip we had planned to Hawaii. It was too short for my then conservative persona (ending at mid-thigh) and had hung in my closet for several years. I'm not sure why I hadn't given it away. It didn't quite conjure up a "cowgirl" look but knew it would look great with the hat and boots. We headed directly to the bedroom where I quickly packed a suitcase with a few of my clothes that I felt Kelly might approve, once the skirts were properly shortened.

I packed another case with all my panties, panty hose and bras and handed it to Barb, explaining that Kelly ordered me to get rid of them. "You may have anything you can wear, Barb. Give the rest to charity or throw them away."

"Well, we already know the bras won't fit, right?" We both had a good laugh at that comment.

I handed the ID tag to Barb. "Time to put this back on, love. As I explained, it means you are returning your lover to my Mistress." Barb's fingers trembled as she removed the captive ball from the ring, slipped the ID tag on and replaced the captive ball. That brought back memories about how I felt when I replaced Kelly's clitoral ring with the D-ring and pendant. "OK, Kim. It's official. Much to my regret, you belong to your mistress again. Damn, I did enjoy you, though."

When I pulled the powder blue shirtdress over my head, she commented, "You're really going to wear that on the plane with nothing under it."

"This, my white socks, my boots and nothing else were Mistress Kelly's orders, my dear."

"Wow! Now I am impressed. At least the two pockets hide your hard nipples and rings; well, almost. Turn around for me, babe." When I did, she exclaimed, "Wow, I love the way it clings to the crack of your ass. That's pure sex."

As we approached the entrance to the airport's short-term parking lot, I commented, "You are going in with me, aren't you?"

"Dressed like this? You frigging jest, my dear. I plan to drop you off near the sky cap desk."

"Nothing doing. I want you to walk me to the security check point."

"And how are you going to make me do that?"

"I just won't get out of the car. The security officer will make you move on."

"We both know that won't work. You're never late for an appointment, so I know you won't take a chance on missing your plane."

"It sounds to me as if the irresistible force has met the immovable object. What If I said that I won't go out with you when I come back the next time?"