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

[hirarandi]

"Shit! You fight dirty. Ok! You win!" Damn, she was easier than I thought. I'd never give up the chance of being in bed with her again.


Once we parked, I let her walk in front of me for a few steps, enjoying watching the cheeks of her as they moved up and down under the thin T-shirt material. I know undulating is not a sexy word, but it is the only word I can think of that describes the movement of her ass, which is now sexy to me. I can now understand why a woman's ass turns guys on. While not overly obvious, if one paid attention, one would realize she was totally naked beneath the thin cotton. 

Just outside the security gate we stopped to say our 'good-byes.' "Why are your nipples so hard, doll?"

Barb looked down and saw the protrusions I was admiring. She quickly raised her arms to shield her breasts from the public. "Be proud of them, Barb. Put your arms down, or I won't kiss you good-by." She lowered her arms. "Now promise me you won't hide those beauts again." She nodded and I gave her a passionate kiss. I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat but knew an airport wasn't an appropriate place to do that.

"I truly enjoyed being with you last night, Barb, and know we will be able to do it again."

"Thank you, Kim. It was the best sex I've ever had with a woman." We laughed, of course, since I was her first.

"Kim?"

"Yes, Barb?"

"I love you."

I didn't have a verbal answer for her since I was already in love with Kelly. I wanted to tell her, "I love you, too," but how do I explain that it wasn't the same as the love I felt for Kelly. Instead, I simply put my hand on her cheek and pecked her lips with mine one more time before turning and saying, "See you next time, doll."

I was breezing through airport security once again, thanks to my TSA Precheck, when the damn metal detector buzzed. I don't understand why this one went off and the first didn't, but that really doesn't matter. I was caught. The TSA agent asked me to step aside for additional screening. Since I knew what would happen when they scanned me with a hand-held wand, I requested a private screening. While waiting for a female TSA agent to become free, I wasn't as nervous as I had expected, because I was becoming more comfortable with my new piercings. I think permitting Barb to see them helped.

After a couple minutes, a female agent approached and asked if I had any companion to accompany me. When I said I didn't, she said she would have another female agent go with us. Once in the private room, they introduced themselves as Margaret and Elizabeth and described the process she had to follow. I quickly admitted to her that I had several piercings that must have set the alarm off. "I still have to wand you. Protocol, you know."

The wand beeped, of course, confirming my metal accessories, but she wouldn't know what they were unless she believed what I had just told her. Margaret, the lead, made a big deal of pulled on a pair of latex gloves and said, "OK, time for a pat-down."

I grinned and started to unbutton my dress beginning at the top. I think my action initially caught Margaret off-guard. She just stood there, staring, until I had three buttons open and my hands on the fourth, before saying, "That isn't necessary, miss. This isn't supposed to be a strip search."

"Oh, I realize that. I just thought it would be helpful if I opened my dress so you can see the jewelry that caused the wand to beep."

With a wide grin, she replied, "Well, yes, it would make things easier, especially since you are volunteering." I quickly unbuttoned the rest of my dress and held it open. 

Margaret and Elizabeth both made favorable comments about my jewelry. "What is that small metal plate?" Margaret asked.

I proudly replied, "It is an ID tag. Truthfully, I am a submissive and my mistress is the one who put these on me. She added the ID tag which says I am her property."

"I'll be damned!" she said. "Well, I still have to finish my pat-down of your back and between your legs. Normally I do this with the back of my hand. May I have your permission to use my fingers." She then hesitated and added, "You seem like a reasonable person. We're not in Las Vegas, but can we agree that what happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas?"

I knew this was way beyond protocol and but quickly agreed. I was surprised when she stood in front of me, reached around under my dress and ran her fingers from my shoulders down to my knees. 

The next surprise came when she said, "Please spread your legs." She ran her fingers slowly across my vaginal area without penetrating me, then held her hand up for me to see. "You're wet, girl." Smiles crossed the faces of all three of us.

Margaret thanked me for being "so cooperative" and said, "Your search was not quite by the book, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. 

"Oh, I did. Absolutely!"

"In that case, I want you to know that Elizabeth is also my partner when we are not at work. She and I will be having a long discussion about you, won't we, Lizzy?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am sure we will."

"Do you think I should get you an ID tag like hers, Lizzy?"

"Absolutely, ma'am." I smiled, knowingly. 

I commented that I didn't understand why I had set off the alarm on the metal detector. I explained that I had flown here the day before and hadn't set the alarm off at the other airport.

"Oh, that happens all the time. The machines sensitivity can be changed. The FAA sets standards which are checked daily. I am sure there is a slight variance even from day to day on the same machine. I have a friend whose belt buckle sets some machines off, but not others. If you don't want to go through this again, may I recommend changing your rings to plastic the next time you plan to fly?"

"Thank you for the recommendation, ma'am, but the decision is not mine to make. I will mention it to my mistress, but I have a feeling she will stick with the metal, especially after I describe my experience today."

The first thing I did when I arrived at my gate was to find a quiet area nearby where I could call Kelly. It was difficult but I was successful. I couldn't wait to tell her about my experience at the TSA checkpoint. What started out as an embarrassing experience, I now thought as rather funny. In fact, I giggledhed almost continuously while relating every detail, especially when I told her about the agents being an item. 

Just before we completed the call, Kelly said, "kimmy, many people might say it is not appropriate for a mistress to say she is sorry, because it could give the impression she has a weak spot. When you called yesterday and told me about your new job, I admonished you and caused you to apologize. What I said was bitchy. Even though I later said I was teasing, I should have expressed how happy I was for you. I apologize. kimmy, and promise I will make it up to you, I am absolutely ecstatic that you will be working permanently at Hunter, and want you to know that I hope you will continue living with me, as my lover, even if you don't renew our contract. If you want to continue living with me, that is."

I was thrilled to know that and told her how much I wanted to be with her, too. I was so happy that, if I were there with her, I would have torn her clothes off, and attacked her with more passion than I probably have. 

I had been away less than twenty-four hours yet was thrilled beyond imagination when I saw Kelly waiting for me just outside the security area. To say my heart skipped a beat might be pushing it, but not by much. I literally dropped my carry-on, jumped into her arms and kissed her.

"Don't you think this public display is a little aggressive for a submissive, pet?"

"Oh, My Mistress, I'm so sorry, it's just that it was so great seeing you waiting here for me and..."

"I'm just as happy to see you, too, little one," she interrupted. "And don't worry. I'm just teasing you. Thank you for showing everyone how much you love me. Let's go home so we can finish what you just started." We retrieved my additional suitcases from the carousel and headed for the car. 

Kelly opened the trunk so I could put my suitcases in. I immediately smiled because my collar was lying on a white towel in the center. "Want it now, pet?"

"Yes, ma'am! I've missed it more than you can ever know." I touched my necklace substitute. "This is to be a reminder that I belong to you, but it's not the same as your collar."

"You know what to do." I picked the collar up and started to kneel, but Kelly stopped me long enough fold the towel and hand it to me. She knew I was willing to kneel on the rough, dirty pavement for her. "Don't expect this kind of treatment all the time, pet," she said, grinning.

"Please grant me the privilege of wearing your collar, My Mistress." Two cars passed while she removed the temporary necklace and replaced it with the leather collar. I trembled with pride when I heard the padlock snap shut. "Thank you, My Mistress."

"You are most welcome, little one."

Kelly decided that we should eat at home, so we stopped at an oriental restaurant near our house for "take-out." Before exiting the car at the restaurant, she ordered me to open the bottom four buttons and one more at the top of my dress (the top two were already open). The result caused a lot of leg to flash and exposed the inside curves of my breasts. I didn't complain and didn't care. It was what SHE wanted.

Kelly spotted a florist shop as we walked across the strip mall parking lot towards the restaurant. Kelly stopped and said, "I think it would be a wonderful idea if you sent Barb a dozen roses to thank her for being such a wonderful friend and giving you such a good time last night, pet." I agreed and she handed my credit card back. (I had given it to her while we waited at the luggage carousel.) "You may take care of it while I pick up our dinner." I also arranged for a dozen roses to be sent to Kelly, hoping I would not get into too much trouble since I didn't get her approval first. I could always ask her to take it out of my 'allowance.' Thankfully, the store clerk agreed to give me two receipts. I decided I would give it to her after the flowers arrive on Monday.

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Back in the car, I was ordered to open the rest of the buttons. At least she didn't make me pull the dress open. During the ride home I told her about my morning with Barb, including how I made her wear the T-shirt dress and how I spanked her. When she asked if I enjoyed being a Domme, I answered affirmatively. "I somehow thought you would," she said, smiling. She really got a charge out of my encounter with TSA.


Kelly parked in the driveway rather than in the garage. I was happy that it was nearly dark because a gust of wind exposed me to the world. It was my good fortune that I was carrying my overnight case in one hand and our dinner in the other. My automatic reaction would have been to grab at the dress to hold it closed. Kelly would not have approved of that.

Once in the foyer, Kelly took the bag containing our dinner and said, "Meet me in the den when you are properly attired, pet. Leave the boots on. I quickly stripped off the dress, picked up the wrist cuffs that were lying on the table, and locked them on. 

Kelly was waiting for me as promised. I knelt in position. "It is wonderful to have you home again, pet. You may take your suitcases to the bedroom. Return quickly. We have a couple things to take care of before we eat. As I ascended the stairs she added, "Bring the hairbrush and strap-on back with you.

I knelt in front of her again with the hairbrush on top of my hands, held stretched out, palms up. Kelly accepted the brush saying, "I was going to give you a welcome home spanking with my hand but have decided a little punishment is warranted."

"May your slave ask why, Mistress?"

"Of course, pet. One should never be punished without knowing the reason. I was appalled that you didn't leave more buttons of your dress open when you were traveling. You forgot that you are my slut and, as such, are expected to dress like one. Now get your ass over my lap." I chuckled to myself while getting into position. Had she not come up with this justification, she probably would have spanked me for making her sleep alone the previous night. To quote the adage, "Any excuse will do!"

"Before I spank you, though, you should call Barb and let her know you arrived safely. She found Barb's number in my contacts, dialed then handed me the phone. I didn't reveal the position I was in during our conversation. When I finished talking, Kelly indicated she wanted the phone. I only heard one side of the conversation.

Kelly introduced herself then listened. Finally, she said, "I know it's difficult to understand the change in her, Barb, but everything she told you is true. You will be able to see for yourself when you help bring her car back." More silence on our end. "I understand she spanked you this morning... Well, right now she is lying across my lap and I'm about to spank her. Would you like to listen?" Kelly laid the handset on the small of my back so Barb could hear the contact of the hairbrush with my flesh.

I received ten on each cheek. With tears running down my face, I knelt again and thanked Kelly properly, while she held the phone so Barb could listen. She then handed it back to me and said, "Tell Barb good-by and thank her for shaving you for me this morning, pet." 

Barb's reply, while laughing, was that she still doubted some of my story and that she couldn't wait to see how much of it was true. 

Kelly ordered me to undress her, after which she locked my wrists behind my back. "Wait here, pet. I will get our dinner."

She returned with the bag of take-out containers and a large beach towel. The latter was spread out in front of the gas fireplace. I sat on the towel and watched as my Mistress proceeded to light numerous candles around the room and several others that were sitting on the hearth. Finally, she turned the electric lights off and sat down in front of me. My legs were spread slightly, and she sat so that her legs were also spread and across mine. The containers of food were placed between our legs. 

We ate in the subdued light, shadows moving slightly because of the flickering flames of the candles that danced off our naked bodies. Kelly alternately fed me then herself, using only the chopsticks she had picked up at the restaurant. The atmosphere around us was so sensuously charged we did not speak to one another throughout the meal. Instead, we exchanged looks and glances that said it all. Food was placed on fully extended tongues then slowly drawn back into mouths. At one point Kelly replaced the chopsticks with her fingers. I sucked the food from them with lust.

One can understand that it would have been impossible for all the food to enter our mouths. By the time the containers were empty, syrupy liquids along with bits of fried rice and other oriental delights decorated our bodies. I was the first to break the silence. "My Mistress is a very sloppy eater."

Kelly smiled, shifted the containers to the mantle and replied, "That's why she has a slave to clean up her messes." She laid back on the towel and I shifted position to kneel beside her. It was somewhat difficult with my wrists still locked behind my back, but I licked her body as clean as possible ending at her "V." "Hmmm," I commented, "I guess this is going to be a little more difficult than I thought. I'll have to insure nothing got stuck in any of these folds." Minutes later Kelly climaxed.

"Since I am contractually obligated to see to the health and welfare of my slave, I guess I have an obligation to clean her up because she cannot do it herself." She helped me lay back then permitted me to savor the feel of her tongue as she returned the favor. I believe my climax was even more intense than hers.

"I told you I was going to ride my cowgirl," Kelly said. "I think it's time." She released my wrists and told me to get the "strap-on." I had assumed she would be fucking me with it, so I had picked the largest of the three she had. I was surprised when she instructed me to strap it on myself. When I finished, she clipped the leash to my collar and instructed me to lie down on the blanket. She eased her pussy down over the dildo, shortened her grip on the leash so she could pull against my collar and literally rode herself to another climax. 

"Lift your butt, pet." She quickly removed the dildo harness from my hips and strapped it on herself and stood up. "Time to clean my cock, little one." For the next several minutes I licked and sucked her juices off the dildo. I wanted to suck it deeper into my mouth, but my lips would barely fit around it. When I mentioned this to Kelly, she promised that she would teach me to 'deep throat' the small one.

She wasn't finished with "her ride," yet. "On your hands and knees, pet," she ordered. Knowing what to expect, I obeyed, facing away from her. She quickly plunged the dildo into me to the hilt, and started some serious fucking while leaning over my back to reach around me to grasp and play with "her" nipples and tits. My second climax arrived quickly. I collapsed onto the blanket while Kelly continued to slowly pump the dildo in and out of my cunt still lying on top of me. She stopped moving, but didn't pull the dildo out. I don't know how long we remained like that, but, I didn't care. I was in heaven. 

When she finally told me to roll over she lay on top of me, the dildo squeezed between our abdomens. She grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, and started to passionately kiss me, literally fucking mouth with her tongue, this time.

Finally rising up, she said, "I really wanted to fuck your ass, too, babe, but the dildo you picked is too big. Maybe next time."

She led me to the bathroom, at the end of her leash, where I finally removed my boots.

After a leisurely shower together, Kelly locked my collar back on then led me to bed. She propped two pillows against the head of the bed, sat with her back against them and said, "I imagine my baby needs some nourishment after all that exercise." We both wanted her to be able to lactate. We had read numerous online articles to explore methods of stimulating milk production for women who had never been pregnant. One of the articles was "How to breastfeed my boyfriend without pregnancy in an easy way."

One of the main ways, without hormone therapy, is through breast and nipple stimulation. We had definitely been doing both of these. Depending on the article, we also learned it could take several weeks to months for the lactation to begin. This was to be another exercise towards that goal.

I stretched out on Kelly's right side, laid across her, put my right arm around her back at her waist, grasped her right breast in my left hand, took her hard nipple into my mouth and started to suck. Imagine my surprise when I tasted a strange fluid on my tongue. My eyes flew open and I looked up at Kelly. "Yes, my dear, I noticed that while you are gone. The amount of milk should increase as we continue. I plan to keep you well fed," she laughed.

Once I finished suckling, we made love softly and slowly. It was well after midnight when she announced, "I have a lot planned for tomorrow, pet. I could make love to you all night, but we had better get some sleep." With that she attached a long chain to the foot of the bed. I didn't understand why she didn't attach it to the head of the bed and my collar, since I was not wearing cuffs. I soon found out when she picked up a small padlock and used it to attach the chain to my vaginal ring. I wondered if I would ever get to spend a night without being secured in some manner, while wondering if I wanted it to be any other way. I fell asleep in her arms.

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Anyone familiar with body piercing knows that one should not aggravate the piercing until it is fully healed. Depending on the body part and size of the piercing, this could take up to six months or longer. I have taken some literary freedom in this story "accelerating" the healing process so that Kelly can "use" Kim's piercings as part of and during her "training." For those who think this is "going against the grain of reality," I simply ask your indulgence and forgiveness.


Also, Kelly's lactation would probably have taken longer, but I wanted to speed up the process rather than drag it out in the story.

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In the morning we went out into the yard and worked on our overall tans. Kelly had removed my collar so I wouldn't have an obvious white stripe around my neck. About halfway through our session, I made a pot of tea for the two of us and served it on the patio next to the pool. Around eleven she announced that we were going to Allyson's and said I should expect us to be there most of the afternoon. I had been volunteered to help with a project.


I dressed minimally for the short drive to Allyson's: collar, cuffs, a one-foot long chain connecting my ankle cuffs, and a thigh length tee. Allyson's house was within walking distance, but Kelly wanted me to arrive there dressed as her slave. The tee was not for my modesty. Its purpose was solely to hide me from Allyson's neighbors even though it didn't hide the cuffs and chain. Low hedges along Allyson's sidewalk took care of that problem. The tee came off as soon as I entered the house.

Sam and I prepared a light brunch and served our mistresses who were lounging naked, on the patio. We ate with them but sitting on the deck beside their chase lounge chairs. After we cleaned the kitchen, I learned our real purpose for being there. Allyson was redecorating her bedroom and my services were needed to help Sam paint. After the four of us moved the furniture from the room, Kelly released me from my bondage. "I don't want to get paint all over my leather cuffs and collar, pet," she explained, then announced, "Allyson and I are going shopping. We will be back at four." 

With our mistresses gone, Sam and I got to work. We spread plastic over the carpet and masked glass, mirrors and other areas that were not to be painted. Initially Sam used her brush to edge, and I applied paint with the roller. After an hour or so, we switched positions. When the last stroke of the roller was complete, we stood back and admired our work. Then we looked at one another and started laughing. Splatter from the roller had speckled us. At this point we were tired and felt quite giddy. Still holding the paint brush, I was unable resist the urge to dab paint on the end of Sam's nose. She, in turn, swiped her roller over my right breast. I dipped the brush in the paint again and applied two strokes to her left breast. Mayhem followed. We chased one another around the room, swiping at whatever we could reach.

Our mistresses returned on time as promised. We had stopped chasing one another and were standing in one spot painting missed spaces. They walked into the bedroom and looked at two naked slaves with paint covering most of their bodies. What a sight we must have been. Kelly looked at Allyson and said, "Do you think punishment is warranted?" However, she was laughing so hard, the words were nearly unintelligible. 

Allyson looked around the room and replied, "I think not. They essentially accomplished their assigned tasks, Kelly. All they have to do is clean up the room and we can move the furniture back in." Covered with paint and still giggling, Sam and I removed the masking tape and plastic. In thirty minutes, the furniture had been returned to the room. Kelly then said we had to leave soon and suggested that Sam and I take a shower together to wash away the results of our playtime. Luckily, the paint was water based. We frolicked in the shower for a long time, scrubbing one another to ensure that every speck of paint had been removed. I am sure she was as turned on as I, but we both knew that our Mistresses would not permit anything more than simple touching.

Back on the patio, Kelly informed me that we were going out for dinner and had to rush home to get ready. It was nearly dark, so I wore only the collar and tee.

Kelly wanted a bath, and, as her slave, it was my duty to shave and bathe her. Who in their right mind could resist that. The latter included a shampoo. Once I toweled her down and dried her hair, Kelly insisted that I also bathe, using her "dirty" bathwater, even though I had already showered at Allyson's. "After all," she said grinning, we cannot waste water. There might be more paint hidden in some crevices." After I powdered her body, Kelly went into her closet and returned with two large and one small garment bags and a pair of thin-strap, three-inch high-heel sandals.

Kelly selected the color and I did her toenails and fingernails in a beautiful shade of red. She put on a matching red lipstick and permitted me to outline it in black after she put on minimal eye shadow and black highlighting. 

"You and I are going to a five-star restaurant tonight, pet. I felt that I wanted to dress for the occasion."

"Will anyone else be there, Mistress?"

"There will be other patrons at the restaurant, but you and I will be dining alone. I wanted this to be something special, just for the two of us."

"Thank you, Mistress."

"You are most welcome, pet.

"You will find my black corset and nylons in the bottom left drawer. You may start with them." The top of the corset was a simple shelf bra, supporting her breasts, but leaving them fully exposed. I laced the garment up the back, pulled the nylons up over her legs and attached the corset's garters. Finally, I slipped the sandals with three-inch heels over her feet. Lace, thong panties completed the lingerie she would be wearing.

When I stepped back and looked at my Mistress, I saw nothing but a goddess. I was highly educated but did not feel that caring for her in this manner was demeaning in any way. In fact, I felt strangely proud pampering and dressing my Mistress and kneeling at her feet.

Next, following Kelly's instructions Kelly, I opened one of the large garment bags and pulled out what was a woman's equivalent of a tuxedo, with a skirt instead of pants, and a pleated, white, long sleeved satin shirt. Seeing the expression on my face, Kelly said, "I told you I wanted to dress for the occasion tonight."

"Mistress, may I ask what the occasion is?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh my, did I fail to tell you?"

"You would never do that, Mistress. Your slave must not have been paying attention when you did."

"I imagine that requires some punishment then?"

"Yes, ma'am, it does."

"I will think of a proper punishment for a slave who makes her mistress repeat herself and administer it when we get home. Nevertheless, tonight we are celebrating your new job."

"Why, thank you, Mistress. I appreciate that."

I finished dressing my Mistress. The shirt was first. Like similar formal wear this shirt used studs and cuff links as fasteners instead of buttons. I thoroughly enjoyed inserting every single one. One side of the three-quarter length, dark gray, silk skirt was split to just above the knee. Black satin stripes adorned both sides. A light gray, silk vest was next, followed by a dark grey jacket with black satin lapels. My mistress was most resplendent in her formal attire and I belonged to her

My only make-up was black eye liner and colorless lip gloss. Only the shine of the gloss revealed that I was wearing any at all. Following her instructions, I opened the smaller garment bag and took out a red and black corset and a pair of smoke-grey nylons. "Margaret called yesterday and said it was finished. I knew it would be perfect for tonight." Once I was wearing the corset (with Kelly's help to tighten the laces) and the nylons, Kelly handed me a pair of 4-inch high heel sandals like hers. "I also asked Margaret to trade the white sandals you bought for these black ones because these go better the corset. The only difference between my shoes and hers was that hers buckled on while small padlocks adorned mine on the outside of the ankles. After dropping the key into the pocket of her vest, she shocked me by saying that my outfit was complete. 

She then instructed me to walk across the room and back. As I walked away from her, Kelly commented, "My gawd, Kimmy! I should keep you in heels all the time. You cannot imagine what they do for your thighs and butt." I blushed at her comment. On my return trip, she told me to get her the large jewelry box that was on her dresser. Placing it on the bed, she said, "While you will not be wearing any additional clothing, I do have a few items to adorn that beautiful body, slut. Stand and present, little one." I spread my legs, put my hands behind my head and pushed my chest out. The shelf bra of the corset exposed my breasts to her.

The first item she removed from the box was a large circle of stainless steel. I guessed it was about two inches high and three quarters of an inch thick. "I had this made specifically to your neck's measurement, dear." It was only when she got closer that I saw it was made of two half circles, connected by a built-in hidden hinge. "This will be a replacement for my leather collar when we need something for more formal occasions like tonight," she explained as she placed it around my neck. The hinge (along with a small ring) was in the front. A long screw inserted vertically in the back connected the ends. Kelly explained that the screw required a special tool to remove and insured the collar would remain around my neck as long as she wanted. I am here to tell you that the weight of the collar was noticeable. I sometimes forgot that I was wearing a leather collar. I would not forget that this one was gracing my neck.

Continuing my stand and present pose, I looked down and watched her remove my nipple rings. In their place, large silver starbursts were slipped over my nipples. Instead of the barbells that would normally be used to hold the starbursts in place, Kelly used horseshoes. The bars of the horseshoes were, of course, inserted through the holes in my nipples. Two chains were connected to the ring at the front of my collar. When the other ends of these chains were connected to the two horseshoes, they formed loops down the insides of my breasts to approximately the bottom of my bust line then back up to the horseshoes. Two one-inch long chains were also attached to the horseshoes. A charm dangled from the end of each chain. The charm on my left was a coiled whip. The one on my right was a charm of two women in a "69" position. Finally, she pulled my arm down and added the wrist chain with the chain that connected to my "O" ring."

Looking into the mirror, I felt that the overall effect of the collar, chains, starbursts and charms was stunning. Kelly told me turn around so she could look at me. "I think one more item is needed." She pulled a silver, small-link chain from her dresser and padlocked it around my waist. A loose end, about eight inches long hung down my left side just in front of the hip bone. "Perfect!" she declared, then added, "I can see that we need to get your navel pierced. Just think of all the things we can do with a piercing strategically placed there." Afterwards she said that she had considered earrings but changed her mind. 

I watched closely as she opened the final garment bag. Imagine my surprise when she pulled out a white cape. It would complete my clothing, or so I thought. I was speechless, especially when Kelly dbangd the cape over my shoulders and clipped it together at the neck. "I don't consider this to be additional clothing, pet," she commented. There were no other fasteners on the front. To ease my obvious fear, Kelly explained that there were two small pockets inside the cape. If I slipped my hands inside them, I would be able to hold the front of the cape closed. 

"Mistress, I do not understand. You say we are going to a five-star restaurant. You are dressed for such a venue, but I cannot imagine I could go there half naked under this cape."

"Oh, ye of little faith! You have not been with your Mistress long enough yet. Do you really feel she will let you down?"

"No, Mistress. I am so sorry. I do trust you. It's just that all of this is so new...so strange to me. I guess I simply cannot comprehend the obvious."

"Come with me, pet, our ride should be waiting. I think you will love the new experiences that await you tonight." 

"Our ride" turned out to be a white stretch limo. A beautiful, young female, also dressed in formal attire like Kelly's, exited the driver's seat as we approached and opened the door for us. I immediately noticed the collar around her neck. "Good evening, Anita," Kelly said, "Do you have any questions about tonight's itinerary?"

"No, ma'am."

Kelly indicated that I should enter the limo first. When she sat down across from me, she immediately commented that I was sitting on my cape. In my attempt to pull it from underneath me, the cape opened wide exposing me from the neck down. Kelly interfered with my attempt to pull it back around me with one simple word, "No." Using hand signals, she then indicated that I should spread my legs. Even though she assured me that no one could see us from outside the limo, I was extremely embarrassed. Since I was facing the front and the partition was clear glass, I wondered what our driver could see. 

Our conversation, as we rode to our destination, was a second discussion about my evening and date with Barb. I became wet as all the pleasant memories returned. I wanted to question Kelly about what to expect this evening but knew not to ask. During lapses in conversation, my mind kept wandering to my state of undress as compared to Kelly's formal clothes. How could we possibly be going to a high-class restaurant?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the buzzer for the intercom sounded. Kelly simply said, "Yes, Anita?"

"We will be at Victoria's in about one minute, Kelly. I have phoned ahead and alerted the maître d'. He will be waiting for us at the door."

"Thank you, Anita." 

The limo slowed to a stop. A few seconds after Anita opened our limo door, a door to the building also opened. A man dressed in black pants, white shirt, bow tie, black cut-off vest and cummerbund exited the building and greeted us. "Good evening, ladies. Welcome to Victoria's La Trattoria."

I followed Kelly out of the limo and suddenly felt acutely conscious of my lack of clothing. " I pulled the cape tightly around myself again. Extreme anxiety hit me right in the solar plexus when, at the door, Tom asked, "May I take your wrap, madam?"

I immediately barked, "No!" Maybe a little too quickly and too loud.

Kelly countermanded me. "Yes, you may, Tom. Anita will unhook it for you, Pet."

"Mistress," I whispered with stress in my voice, "Please, not in front of him. I'm nearly naked."

"Relax, pet. I already know what you are not wearing. Besides, Tom has seen naked females before."

"Yes, ma'am, but not this female," I pleaded. Kelly laughed.

With Tom standing behind me and Anita in front, I held my breath when Anita unhooked the single clasp holding the cape around my neck. The instant Tom pulled it from my shoulders, my arms automatically started moving to cover my breasts and pubic region. Again, I was able to resist the natural urge, realizing to do so would get me in deep shit with Kelly. I would have been punished had I succeeded, but that was not the reason I stopped: my mind took over. My mistress wanted me exposed and embarrassed and I had an obligation to honor and obey. Oh, hell, whom am I kidding? I wanted to expose myself. Kelly is right. I'm a slut. That fact didn't keep me from the ensuing embarrassment of being half naked in front of complete strangers. I am not sure I would ever lose that part of my personality. 

As we walked the short distance to the open door, I noticed there was no sign displaying the name of the restaurant. Mentioning this to Kelly, she said we were going in their private entrance. "I don't think Victoria would be able to retain a five-star rating if she permitted women to parade through the main dining room with their tits and ass exposed." I was able to breathe a small sigh of relief, although maybe I should have been upset that the maître d' did not seem to care about my lack of clothing. He didn't give my body a second glance as he dbangd my cape over his arm. Maybe I should have been insulted instead. Nevertheless, I have no doubt that the blush from my embarrassment of being exposed in front of a male, whom I had never seen before, extended down to my toes.

We followed Tom down a short hallway. "Do you want to do the photographs before or after dinner, Miss Kelly?"

I did a double take and looked at Kelly, thinking, "Does he know, or was that just a polite greeting?" Kelly simply grinned widely and replied, "If the photographer is ready, we should do the shoot first, Tom. I don't want her to have to wait until after we eat."

"I agree, ma'am. Please follow me."

"Victoria's is a popular place for wedding receptions, kimmy," Kelly explained. "They have a room specifically set up for photography, although I am sure the photos normally taken there are quite different from the ones that I have planned for tonight." I spent nearly half an hour posing for the photographer. Thank god she was a female. I didn't mind except for the obviously obscene close-ups Kelly wanted of my cunt. For two shots, I had to hold my lips spread apart with my fingers. I was pleased that Kelly also wanted several taken of the two of us together even though she remained fully dressed. A couple were of us kissing and in one of those her hands were grasping my ass. I was fully covered, with the cape, in a few. At the end of the session, Kelly explained that she wanted to start two photo albums. One of me and one of the two of us together. It would be a memory book for her if we decided to end our relationship and for us if I agreed to continue.

After we were finished with the photographer, Tom led us back down the corridor and opened another door. He smiled and looked at Kelly, "Room three as requested, Mistress Kelly."

My second double-take came as I followed my mistress into the room. It was small, about ten by ten, I guessed. The surprise was that the room only had three walls. What would normally be the fourth wall, was open and faced the main dining room. "Gads, there must be a hundred patrons out there," I thought. It only took a moment for me to realize it was really a glass wall that ended about 6 feet above the floor. The open area above the glass permitted a low-level cacophony of noise to invade our "private" room that really wasn't so private anymore. I stopped dead in my tracks. "I simply can't do this," I said to myself. 

"M...M...M...Mistress Kelly," I declared.

"Come on, pet. You'll be OK. You're among friends. The rest of the customers don't care what you are wearing. In fact, they probably love it. If you're wondering, Victoria's is a high-class restaurant and the patrons simply do not stare," she said, with that omnipresent grin. I didn't understand these comments when combined with her prior statement about why we entered through the private entrance. I received a hard smack on my ass for resisting. Running her hand over the offended cheek, she then glanced back at Tom and asked, "Do you think heels benefit the muscle tone of my pet's cheeks, Tom?"

"I've never seen her without heels, ma'am, but I must admit that from my viewpoint, they definitely do," he replied while exiting and closing the door.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a voice came from the back corner of the room, "Good evening Miss Kelly." I turned to see another female, wearing a white blouse, short black skirt and heels, standing near the corner of the room. I was so hypnotized by the view of the dining room that I had not noticed her.

"Good evening Tanya. I am pleased that you were free to be our server tonight."

"Actually, I was scheduled to be off tonight, but Victoria was able to rearrange my schedule to accommodate your request."

I was still stunned, wondering why the other patrons seemed to be ignoring a half woman standing before them, regardless of what Kelly said, when she suggested that we sit down. Two chairs sat at a table in the center of the room. Kelly walked to the side of the table nearest the glass wall. I dutifully held the chair for her then sat on the side opposite her facing the glass wall. "Spread your legs a little wider, pet," she ordered. "I just love these glass-top tables." My mind being elsewhere, I hadn't noticed that either. "I specifically requested that they not use a tablecloth tonight so that I could admire my cunt while we eat, so I need you to keep those legs spread wide."

[hirarandi]

White linen napkins, folded to resemble birds, were sitting on the table. Tanya unfolded the one in front of Kelly and placed it over her lap. When she came around to do the same with mine, Kelly said, "Over the left leg only please, Tanya. I do not wish my view to be spoiled."


"As you wish, Miss Kelly." My face suddenly felt hot again.

"May I get you anything to drink right now?"

"Yes, a bottle of your best Moscato, please."

"Yes, ma'am. I will return shortly."

It would be a barefaced lie to say I didn't feel more conspicuous than I ever had felt in my entire life. I was totally on display while in a semi-daze trying to imagine what I looked like to my Mistress, bare breasted above the table and legs spread beneath, putting cunt, piercings, and ID tag on display, while, at the same time, attempting to ignore what our "other audience" must be seeing. Neither can I deny that I was getting wet from the excitement I felt being exhibited in this manner.

Tanya reentered the room, gave Kelly an opportunity to sample the wine for bouquet and taste then filled our glasses. I hadn't noticed that Tanya was not wearing a bra. The "evidence," hard nipples trying to poke through the starched, cotton shirt, was subtle, but noticeable when she stood beside me while pouring the wine. I realized that we hadn't been given menus when Tanya announced that she would return shortly with our salads. Kelly explained that regular patrons could pre-order meals to avoid having to wait while making that decision and allow more time for enjoying the ambience. She had opted to do just that.

Kelly raised her glass and said, "To us and our future, little one. Your new job has insured that we will be able to spend more time together. I like that. I look forward to renewing our contract in a couple weeks." I touched the rim of my glass to hers and we both took a sip of wine.

"Mistress, I just have to ask, "I noticed that Tanya is not wearing a bra. Is she wearing panties?"

"Now how would I know that, pet? Maybe you should ask her yourself." Then she smiled and added, "Probably not, though, since she is one of us. That's why I specifically requested her to serve tonight."

"What about... Tom?"

"I can guarantee that he isn't one of us, but it is possible that he is wearing panties!"

I laughed as I realized that I wasn't even sure what I meant by the question or what she meant by the answer. I was still getting over the shock of being so exposed in front of a male. Then I looked back out at the rest of the patrons. Seeing the look of concern on my face, Kelly said, "You are so worried about showing them my tits and cunt, you haven't figured it out yet, have you, pet?"

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

Just then the door opened and another woman, dressed in a beautifully tailored, white linen suit, entered our domain. "Victoria," Kelly said, immediately standing. They hugged and air-kissed cheeks in the European fashion before Kelly added, "It's so good to see you." Following my Mistress' lead, and out of inherent politeness, I also stood. Kelly then introduced "her very good friend" to me.

"I am so pleased to finally meet you, Kimmy. I was disappointed that I was not able to attend your initiation last week." Carefully looking up and down my body, she commented, "You definitely are a beautiful woman. I can see why Kelly is so attracted to you."

"Thank you, ma'am."

She and Kelly talked for a few moments before Victoria said she needed to get back to her other guests and departed.

"So, Victoria belongs to the Society also. Does every woman in town belong?" I chided.

"No, pet, but we do have quite a few members. This is a large town, after all. I just prefer to do my business with those who are members. Since you haven't guessed, Tanya is a submissive and Victoria is her mistress. The other part of the secret is that Tom and Victoria are married."

"Married? And he permits an M/s relationship between Victoria and Tanya?"

"He really doesn't have much choice, pet. You see, he is also her submissive."

"Wow! I've never met a male submissive before. At least none that I know is a sub. But then, I had never knowingly met a female submissive before last week and, as the saying goes, '...and now I are one.'"

At that moment Tanya brought our salads. 

"Tanya, kimmy asked me a question that only you can answer."

"And what might that be, Miss Kelly?"

"Are you wearing panties tonight?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am, but I will remove them if you prefer."

"Thank you, Tanya, but that won't be necessary."

"I'll have the chef start your main courses now, Miss Kelly, if that is OK with you." Kelly confirmed that would be fine and Tanya left the room.

We ate in silence for a few moments until I remembered our previous conversation. "Mistress, you mentioned that I hadn't figured something out yet. To what were you referring?" That damn grin spread across her face again!

"I can tell that you have been doing your best to ignore our audience in the main dining room, and I love it. The truth is, pet, they can't see you. It's really a one-way mirror." I was so absorbed in my embarrassment that I had missed the obvious. Kelly explained that there were five small dining rooms, separated from the main one, for the privacy of VIPs. We had the only one with a one-way, mirrored wall. Two had full walls and the remaining two had curtains.

Being with Kelly was so relaxing. When I finally stopped worrying about my exposed condition, I was able to enjoy our conversation and meal as though we were both fully dressed. I didn't have a second thought when Tom came in to insure everything was to our satisfaction. In my opinion, the meal was absolutely decadent. I had been wined and dined by prospective customers and suppliers before, but never like this, AND, of course, never while partially nude.

Why was I not surprised when dessert arrived? It was one piece of cheesecake, covered in amaretto. Kelly indicated her wishes with a wiggle of her index finger. With Tanya watching from the corner of the room, I was proud to kneel before my mistress, hands clasped behind my back while we shared the sweet, liquor-covered finale to our meal. As would become a custom with us, Kelly placed the last morsel in her mouth then fed it to me during a kiss.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" asked Tanya.

"Yes, Tanya. Anita should be waiting outside in the Limo. Please ask her for my leash."

While Tanya was gone, Kelly made a phone call on her cell. I only heard her end of the conversation. "Hi,... How's it going?... Great! We should be there in about half an hour." Tanya had returned during this short conversation, with my cape over her arm, and handed the chain leash to Kelly. She clipped it to my vaginal ring and handed the other end to Tanya, who led me to the limo while my Mistress followed, 'admiring my beautiful ass' as she so succinctly put it. Tanya continued to carry my cape and handed it to Anita. 

I had no idea what our destination was and should not have been surprised to see the sign for Lisa's Hideaway when the limo pulled into the parking lot and stopped at the front door.

"But, Mistress!" I declared, "I can't walk in like this," I pleaded, since I was not wearing the cape.

"Just when I think you are perfecting your obedience, pet, you let me down. Ok, for the sake of argument, just why can't you go in there like that?"

"B...B...Because Lisa's doesn't have a private room like Victoria's."

"Considering I own Lisa's, don't you think I know that, slut?"

"Yes, ma'am, but..."

"And considering the fact that you've been in there totally naked, do you think it really matters what you are now wearing?"

"No, ma'am."

"Kimmy, I think I've already mentioned or alluded to the fact that this late in the evening, nearly all the patrons are regular customers or friends. Most, if not all, have probably seen you naked, and, I am sure, will appreciate seeing you in a 'more formal' attire. We stopped here because I want to dance with you. So, get your ass moving before you earn additional punishment for being so fucking obstinate."

We entered with her left hand holding my right, fingers entwined. The lead end of my leash, still clipped to my vaginal ring, was clasped in her right hand. As we transited the dining room, I felt like every eye in the place was on me. As my embarrassment subsided, I realized that I was only receiving casual, but interested glances. Two glasses of wine were placed on the table soon after we sat down. I remained tethered to my mistress, the lead laying on her lap.

Kelly must have had someone prearrange music with the band for it was not long before the next set of slow songs started. One might think that we would have the floor all to ourselves while the other patrons watch the half-naked guest dance with her partner. That was not the case. The dance floor quickly filled with other couples. I could have been fully clothed. I was very relaxed in my nudity, even when Kelly slid her hand from my waist to my bare ass. She would have grasped my ass through a skirt, had I been wearing one. The only strange thing seemed to be the leash which she continued to hold in her right hand. The chain dangled between, and constantly bumped, our legs as we glided around the floor. I felt wonderful as I lay my head on her shoulder and lightly kissed her neck, whispering, "I love you, My Mistress."

"I love you, too, little one."

Two bowls were setting on our table when we returned. One was filled with strawberries and the other contained whipped cream. For the next ten minutes Kelly alternated feeding cream covered strawberries to me and to herself.

When the band started playing the next set, I expected Kelly to ask me to dance again, but was surprised when a woman approached us and said, "May I have the privilege of dancing with your pet, Kelly?"

More of a surprise was Kelly's reply, "Of course you may, Jenny; and thank you for asking." Kelly handed my leash to Jenny and I walked onto the dance floor with her. Half way through the song, Beverly cut in and my leash was transferred. This continued through all four songs of the set. I danced with ten different women. Contrary to what one would think, each of them treated me as though I was fully clothed. Not one even put their hand on my ass. By the end of the set, I was not even thinking about my nudity condition. At one point I even imagined how wonderful it might be to be able to remain totally naked all the time but knew that the authorities would frown on that. Then I realized that Kelly must be training me to feel 'normal' while naked in public. I wondered if she had orchestrated all these women dancing with me. When I asked her later, she assured me that she hadn't. My public nudity was no longer humiliating me. While I was a little self-conscious, I wasn't as embarrassed anymore. After all, embarrassment is a subset of self-consciousness. Or is it the other way around. I don't care. I was becoming more comfortable being naked for my mistress. 

When my last dance partner returned my leash to Kelly, my mistress indicated that it was time for us to leave. Anita was waiting outside holding the door to the limo open for us. On the way home Kelly asked me how I felt about the evening. I was pleased to tell her that it was one of the most exciting evenings out I had ever experienced. When she asked if I wanted to do it again sometime (naked, of course), I had to give her an emphatic, "Yes!" 

Kelly turned to me, grasped my hand in hers and said, "I am so pleased you have enjoyed it because I know you were apprehensive when we first left the house."

"Apprehensive! I was scared shitless, Mistress." 

"Well, we are definitely going to do it again, slut. I have decided that you are also an exhibitionist at heart. We will be going out often with you in some form of undress. We are also going to have formal clothes tailored for you, like mine, except that the skirt will be shorter. I may wear the pants that I purchased with mine when you wear a skirt."

"I want you to know that I have wanted to do this for a very long time, and you are the first with whom I knew it would not be a problem." I felt privileged that I was the first and that she revealed this fact to me. "I am not sure you will consider what I now plan as being a perfect ending to a perfect evening, but my sadistic juices are flowing and when we get home I want to treat you to some sensuous pain." 

"You mean punish me? I don't understand. What have I done wrong?"

"Oh, no, pet. You've been a perfect slut all evening. I said I want to treat you to some sensuous pain. You've already proven to me that you react positively to pain when applied in a sensuous loving way. Would you like to deny that fact?"

"No, My Mistress, you are correct, even though the idea does scare me. May I ask if it will be a heavy or light session?"

"My darling pet, I am already so turned on by the mere idea, I intend to test your limits."

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, then quickly added, "Oops. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Not to worry pet. That's a natural reaction."

Coincidentally, at that very moment, Anita stopped the limo in front of our house. Thankfully, when Anita opened our door she placed the cape around my shoulders to shield me from the neighbors, or to shield the neighbors from me, as we walked to the house.

[hirarandi]

In the foyer, Kelly hung my cape in the closet and opened the locks on my shoes so I could remove them and the nylons. Margaret had fashioned the corset so the garters were removable, and I followed Kelly's instructions to take them off. Wearing only the corset, chains and collar, I crawled, on hands and knees, to the master, oops, "Mistress," bathroom. Kelly's leash was still connected to my vaginal ring. This time, though, she was behind me so, in a sense, I was leading her. "We may do this more often, slut. I know slaves should follow their mistress, but this view of your ass while you crawl is not to be missed."


I laughed at her commend and at the way the charms, hanging down from my nipples, swayed while I crawled. When she suggested that I pee, I replied I really didn't need to. "Little one, I can guarantee that you will need to sooner than later, and you won't be able to later, at least not in the way you would like. Let's just say that if you wait, you will be peeing into a bucket." 

She then watched, never releasing the leash, as I relieved my bladder. After this still-embarrassing task, compounded by seeing her holding the leash as I peed. Just before my water stopped, she put her fingers into my stream and held her wet fingers in front of my lips. Without any hesitation, I opened my mouth automatically giving her permission, which she didn't need, of course, to insert her fingers so I could suck my salty urine from them. "Thank you, Mistress," I said. She smiled as I tore off and folded a couple sheets of toilet paper and wiped myself. She then took her turn on the porcelain throne. I knelt before her, watched her urine flow from her body, and substituted my tongue for toilet paper. Lapping up the remaining drops of her golden wine, each time she finished, was now a privilege.

In case I didn't describe it, Kelly's bathroom was larger than the combination living/dining room in my apartment. To say it was plush is an understatement. There was a shower with three heads; two removable, hand-held style, mounted on opposite walls, and a square, European rainfall head in the center. The shower was large enough that doors were not required to keep the water from splashing out. And, of course, there was the tub in which I bathed her before dinner. We had used it before, too. 

There was a large two-sink vanity directly across from the shower. The space between the sinks was large enough that I could lie flat out on it. And, of course, there was the "porcelain throne' and a bidet. I had never seen or used a bidet and for some reason, Kelly had not permitted me to try it. 

There were two other pieces of furniture; an armless upholstered chair and an upholstered chaise longue.

After I undressed Kelly, she pulled on a white satin robe but let it hang open. Her breasts were covered, but her midsection was exposed from her neck down to her shaved pussy. Her hard nipples were evident beneath material,

"Stand and present, facing the chair, slut." She moved behind me and slowly rubbed her hands over my ass. I enjoyed the touch of her fingers against my skin. I know she felt the slight shudder that moved through my body. "I love your beautiful ass, little one," she commented as she cupped and squeezed my orbs. I exhaled a loud moan when she slid a finger up my crack and pressed it against my anus. Um, sensitive tonight, aren't we?"

Touching the new collar, she asked, "I absolutely love this metal collar, little one. It truly makes you look more like a slave. I'd like to make you wear it 24/7, but I won't. We'll save it for special occasions like tonight. I know it is a little heavy. Are you OK to continue wearing it for a while yet, pet?"

I was surprised she was giving me a choice. "Yes, Mistress, I can continue wearing it as long as you wish. I must admit that, at times, I almost forget I am wearing your leather collar. Having it around my neck just seems so natural. I cannot forget I am wearing this one, however. Thank you for asking, ma'am."

I inhaled deeply when she put her arms around me and started massaging my breasts and pulling at my nipples and nipple rings to lift them from the shelf bra of the corset. One hand moved down to rub my pussy and flick my clit. "You're very wet, dear. I like that. It tells me how excited you are." After a few minutes, playing me like a musical instrument, she moved in front of me, put her arms around me and passionately hugged and kissed me. I wanted to hug her back in the worst way, but she hadn't released me from the 'stand and present' position. 

Finally, she sat on the armless chair and laughed. It's hard to believe that we've been together over 2 weeks now, little one. There's a saying that 'time flies when you're having fun.' Are you having fun, pet?" 

"All things considered, My Mistress, I am. I truly am. I love being with you."

"Is there anything that I have done to you, or made you do, that you regret? Remember, you will never be punished for honesty."

"As I look back, Mistress, there were several things that came close. I might not have liked or enjoyed them, but I cannot use the word regret. I now know I would do them again for you."

"I assume, then, that you have no remorse over agreeing to our contract."

"None whatsoever, My Mistress. I have learned so much about myself from you. I am glad you recognized my hidden anima. 

"You may kneel and rest, pet. I want to teach you a new position."

When I attained position, (kneeling with my ass resting on my legs) she explained, "We will call this your 'service position.' You will fully understand the reason for this name in a moment. I want you to lean backwards and grasp your ankles or put your hands on the floor, whichever is more comfortable. You may also bring your knees closer together if necessary because I may want you to hold this position for a considerable length of time. Nod your head when you are ready." I moved my arms and legs around, but no position was truly comfortable. When I indicated that I was satisfied I could hold the position, she said, "Now lean your head back so you are looking up at the ceiling."

I didn't even realize she had stood up until I felt her robe brush my body. When she was near my feet, she leaned down and tenderly kissed me. Raising her head a little more than an inch she whispered, "Do you know what is going to happen now, slut?"

"I believe I am going to service my Mistress, ma'am."

"You are so fucking smart, kimmy." She moved forward until she was directly above my mouth. "Ok, my beautiful slut, I don't think you need any additional instructions."

She lowered her hips so her beautiful, wet pussy was pressing lightly on my mouth. I had already pushed my head back as far as possible, so I could, literally not move, except to stick my tongue out as far as it would go. Kelly controlled where I licked by moving back and forth across it, from her clit to her anal flower. I licked and continually thrust my tongue into her treasure pot. After what I assumed to be an hour (probably 5 minutes), she said, "OK, pet, I'm ready. Suck on my clit until I climax. Not only did I suck, I simultaneously flicked her clit with my tongue. As she went over the mountain, she reached down, grabbed both my tits and squeezed hard.

Moving off my face, she ordered me to stand, looked at me and said, "Gawd, kimmy, your face is a mess. She then surprised me by licking her juices from it. Afterward, she slipped her middle finger between my legs and announced, "You're dripping wet, slut. I assume you want to cum."

"If it pleases My Mistress."

"Well, it doesn't. Maybe later. You can clean my finger, though." I enjoyed sucking my juices from it. Yes, I am a slut.

"I promised you some sensuous pain, dear. Come with me. She permitted me to walk upright, this time, as I followed her, two steps back and to her left, again at the end of her leash, to the playroom where she introduced me to a new piece of furniture that had been delivered during my short absence. I was not sure what to make of it until Kelly explained that it was my new chair. I could imagine it being a chair but had no idea what the purpose of all the parts might be. The main part, probably the back, was an upright, square post extending about three and a half feet high, attached to the back of a small platform. A small, narrow board, about the size of a book, was attached to the post about a foot and a half above the platform. Obviously, this flat board was the "seat." Another board, about four feet long, was attached to the top of the upright post to form a T. Several eyebolts were embedded in the platform, the post and the T. I stared at it for a long time while she removed my corset, and still couldn't figure out the purpose of the whole contraption, except the part Kelly said was a chair. 

Following her instructions, I sat on the small board and held my arms out while she buckled wrist cuffs on them. Ankle cuffs followed. I watched her while she removed two shoeboxes from the storage shelves. She opened the first box and placed it on the platform in front of me. It contained ropes, straps and what I recognized as carabiners with Screwgate locks. She raised my arms to the horizontal bar forming the T and connected my wrist cuffs to eyebolts near the ends using two carabiners. I watched intently as she strapped my arms to the bar at my wrists, my elbows, the middle of my upper arms and near my shoulders. My ankle cuffs were connected to eyebolts on the platform so that my legs were spread as wide as possible.

The last item that Kelly removed from the box was a leather-covered ring that I guessed to be one and one half to two inches in diameter. Ordering me to open my mouth, she worked the ring inside, just behind my teeth. I could no longer close my mouth. She commented that the purpose of the ring was to keep my mouth open wide and "available" to her. Shit, I could have guessed that much. Straps attached to the sides of this ring were buckled behind my head. When I thought about it for a second, I realized that I probably looked like one of those "blow up" rubber, sex dolls. My ability to talk was severely handicapped since I couldn't move my jaw. 

Kelly sat the second shoebox, unopened, between my legs. "I need to know if I have tied you tight enough, pet. See if you can lift your butt off the seat. I thought that I had outfoxed her when I was able to lift my ass a couple inches. I was the outfoxed one, however. Apparently, rather than being permanently connected to the post, two pegs, imbedded into the seat, and pushed into the post held it in place. I learned this, of course, when Kelly reached beneath me and quickly pulled the seat away. Now the only my arms, strapped to the cross-bar of the T, kept me from falling to the platform. My ass was suspended in mid-air, albeit in a seated position. 

Kelly opened the second box, revealing its contents: clothespins. Obeying her next order, I pushed my tongue through the ring and moaned loudly when she clamped the first two pins to the end of my oral muscle, preventing me from pulling it back into my mouth. Suddenly, I was left alone, still hanging, when Kelly walked away saying, "I'll be back in a few, pet. Don't go anywhere." In my opinion, it was a damn feeble attempt at humor on her part. I could neither laugh nor smile in reply, had I wanted to do either.

[hirarandi]

As soon as she returned, I knew that whatever she had planned would all be worth it. The only clothing adorning her body were black leather bikini panties and black, knee-high boots with spike heels. Charms like what I was wearing, only slightly larger, dangled from her nipple rings. One was a coiled whip, and the other was two women making love in the '69' position.


It did not take long before I started to understand the consequences of not being supported by the seat. Simply hanging by my bound arms quickly put pressure on my shoulders. Initially, I relieved this strain by using the muscles of my upper body and legs to press against the post. However, these muscles quickly tired and I then had to relax again, putting the strain back on my shoulders. I then tried using only the muscles of my legs to push my body upward. Since anything I tried only worked for only a short time, a vicious circle was created. In addition, my tongue was becoming somewhat numb because of the damn clothespins, although I could still feel some pain. I thought I could get her to remove the pins if I somehow could indicate my discomfort. Being unable to speak, I grunted my desire to her and wriggled the end of my tongue. 

"Oooh! It seems as if my widdle pet wants her Mistress to free her tongue so she can speak," she chided. "Is her Mistress correct?" I quickly nodded my head and grunted a feeble uh-huh. The damn pins shook at the same time. She continued, "Well, love, if you remember correctly, our purpose for being here is to satisfy your Mistress' sadistic desires and to test your limits for pain. She regrets to inform you that her pleasure has just started." I winced when she added two more pins to the side of my tongue. "Since your vocal ability is somewhat restrained, I will recognize an attempt at singing as your safe word."

Even though I could not avoid it, I was somewhat embarrassed by the dribble of saliva that was now exiting the corners of my mouth and falling from my chin onto my chest. 

Quickly divested of my own nipple hardware and chains, I suddenly felt naked (pun intended). I watched intently as Kelly reached into the shoebox while commenting, "Tonight, my dear pet, we will do something I've started several times while working a scene, but never finished." Holding up one clothespin, she asked. "Would you like to know what that something is?"

"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I, since I, obviously, am to be intimately involved?" I thought, before politely nodding, slowly this time. As I indicated, movement of my head caused the clothespins to wiggle even harder, exacerbating the pain. It's a physics thing. The farther an object extends from its fulcrum point, the greater it's vertical movement. Since the fulcrum point was the center of my tongue, the tip was also moving up and down. Sorry for the physics lesson, but I thought you should understand my problem.

"I've never had time to empty my box of clothespins. With your kind assistance, tonight we will finally do just that.

" I moaned through my improvised gag. "I am sure you also want to know how many pins are in the box." I nodded again. "I'm not really sure anymore but will guess somewhere between fifty and seventy-five. I will count them for you as I put them on so we can get an accurate count for the next time. And," she continued, "I think there are a couple surprises awaiting you at the bottom."

Without another word, Kelly grasped the flesh of my arm just above the elbow, between her thumb and index finger, pulled it out, opened the jaws of a clothespin with her other hand and attached the pin to my captured flesh. I immediately knew I was in for a serious session of pain transference. It fucking HURT! Oh, gawd, it hurt. She continued this tactic, slowly and methodically, until my arms were firmly in the grip of sixteen nasty pins, eight on each.

Totally in silence (hers, not mine), except for the count, Kelly continued her quest, by pinning eight clothespins to the bottoms of each my breasts (sixteen more). I was astonished as I watched them form semicircles of captured flesh about halfway between my nipples and ribcage. These pins hurt even more than the ones on my arms, even though what she and Sam had done during my massage was similar. I think the pain each one extracted was exponentially greater than the previous one. At least I felt that way. I could not help but moan as each jaw clamped over a small piece of my skin.

I assumed my nipples were next, but she fooled me by moving to the insides of my thighs where she applied ten to each. The total pain from the pins gripping my flesh was reaching a critical level and near what I imagined would be my threshold. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva dripping faster from my open mouth. I started to shake my head violently and started to yell at Kelly and, I think, even called her a bitch for putting me through this when she pulled on my left labium. Thankfully my vocal obscenities were made somewhat unintelligible by my pinned tongue. Either that or she was simply ignoring me. I knew it was still a possibility she knew what I was saying, but I didn't give a damn. I wanted to hum my safety in the worst possible way, but somehow avoided it. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was a masochist and a pain slut. No punishment could be worse than this. Or so I thought. 

It suddenly occurred to me that I had no idea how many more clothespins were in that fucking box. I couldn't see into it. I quickly mentally calculated the damage so far and, at the same time, realized that I still had a lot of exposed flesh left to fulfill Kelly's sadistic desires. The ten she placed on my cunt (5 on each side) had brought the count to sixty-six including the four on my tongue. I closed my eyes in despair when she reached into the box again.

When I opened them (she had purposely waited), she was holding one pin in each hand in front of my face. With a supercilious grin she said, "I'll bet you think you know where these are going, don't you, pet?" I nodded and looked down at my unfettered nipples. Wrong! Before I knew what was happening, I was wearing new ear decorations. The pain shot through my lobes. I suddenly wondered how women ever wore those damn clip-on style earrings. Hell, some still do! 

When the next pin was clipped to my septum, I groaned loudly one more time and thought to myself, "Sixty-nine is such a nice number. Maybe we should make that the last one." My thankful heart quickly sank when Kelly reached down to the dreaded box again. I was even closer to humming my 'safety.' Maybe pride and narcissism kept me going. I couldn't let Kelly know she could get the best of me.

She picked up another handful of those tortuous devices and started pinning them to the skin between my toes. If you have never done this, I have one piece of advice. DON'T. I almost breathed a sigh of relief when she announced there were only eight more wooden clothes pins left, adding, "A perfect number. Spread your fingers, dear." I really wanted to call her every name in the book as she clipped them in place. Again, I recommend DON'T do it. It isn't bad at first, but the pain intensifies. 

"I said those were the last wooden pins, pet, but not the last pins. There are three left. While that might please you initially, I am telling you only because they will be the worst." She held three large, plastic clothespins up for me to see. "The springs in these are much heavier than the wood ones, and the jaws are serrated." Two of the pins were pink and one was blue. I knew where they were going. My nipples were already engorged and waiting. Kelly didn't let me down this time. She captured my left nipple in the jaws of one pink pin. She didn't lie. The pain from all the previous pins was nothing in comparison. This time it was excruciating. Had I not been in bondage, I would have immediately sunk to the floor and curled into a fetal position. I screamed as much as I could and continued screaming when my other nipple was also clamped. 

Delaying the inevitable, Kelly wiped her fingers along my pussy. "You really are a slut. You are enjoying this even more than I thought you would, pet. My cunt is dipping. You left a couple drops on the floor." The viscous liquid felt good as she wiped her wet digits across my dry lips and a second batch across the top of my tongue. I was breathing through my mouth so hard, my tongue was dry. While I wanted her to do it again, she continued to entertain herself by slipping the index and middle finger of her left hand into my tunnel of love. An endorphin rush quickly enveloped me. In only seconds I knew that I wanted her to fuck me with her hand. With what little movement my bondage position permitted, I attempted to push down on her hand as she pushed up. She stopped after only a few strokes. I moaned. I could not believe that my mistress was continuing to me torment like this. I kept screaming, "Please Mistress." Try opening your mouth wide, stick your tongue out and say that without moving your jaw. You will know the sound that came from my mouth. It was unintelligible. 

[hirarandi]

As she had teased so many times in the past, Kelly brought me close to orgasm then stopped finger fucking me. I was whimpering for her to give me that final push over the top when, without warning, she shoved four fingers into me and, at the same time, clamped the third plastic pin onto my blood engorged clit. The moaning turned into a guttural scream. "OH, FUCKING SHIT!" I immediately forgot the pain in my nipples, breasts, arms and legs.


When the pain subsided and I finally opened my eyes, Kelly wiped the tears from my cheek and sucked the salty fluid from her fingers. "I bet my pet wants to cum: doesn't she?" I nodded my head several times before she grinned and added, "Well, she will have to still wait a while longer for that fulfillment. Her Mistress isn't finished with her yet." I didn't realize it at the time, but I was entering what Kelly described as sub-space. She said that many women could never find it and said that she felt I was going to be one of the lucky ones. At this point I felt anything but lucky!

I watched intently as Kelly stood, pulled on the bows at the sides of her bikini bottoms, permitting the garment to fall to the floor, placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs. The first thing that caught my immediate attention was the jeweled pendant, attached to her clit ring and hanging between her legs. Even though I have seen her naked many times, I thoroughly explored her body, naked except for the boots. Once again, I knew there was no question in my mind as to whether I had made the right decision when I accepted her invitation to be her sub. I knew she had truly discovered the lesbian, the masochist and the submissive that resided within me. It only amazed me that she had suspected my hidden proclivities as soon as I sat at her table at Lisa's while I was totally oblivious to those needs and desires.

I adored and wanted her more than ever. When we first made love, I knew that I had been suppressing innate desires for my own sex. It took Kelly to bring it to the forefront. The masochist and submissive part of my personality were more deeply hidden, but, as I just said, she also brought them to the surface. I previously mentioned, more than once, I have a dominant side to my persona. I proved that trait by enjoying the experience of spanking Barb. I do not remember ever enjoying pain. But then, I have never experienced pain while being sexually turned on. Nor have I ever permitted myself to blindly be an obsequious creature. Oh, I "obeyed" the instructions of my supervisors, but never hesitated to disagree when I felt they were incorrect. Endorphins aside, I desired the pain I was now experiencing. I also knew I would absolutely and unconditionally obey any and every order Kelly could possibly give me.

As if reading my mind, she whispered, "I love you too, pet," while leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "I want you to push your tongue as far out as you can and keep it there." Her next move was to begin removing the pins from my tongue. I was surprised at this gesture, but appreciative even though the removal process hurt like hell. She then sucked it into her mouth, exacerbating the pain, but gawd, I loved it.

"You may have your tongue back, now, pet." she said, smiling. I mumbled a 'thank you' after I pulled my sore oral muscle through the ring. "You probably wouldn't be thanking me if you knew that the only reason I removed those first was so that I could hear your unmuffled screams as I remove the rest." 

The first sounds from my throat started when she knelt and started pulling at the pin clamped on my clit without opening the jaws. The serrated jaws of the plastic pin held tight. The more she pulled, the more my clit was stretched. The moans segued into a low scream. I felt that if she pulled hard enough, the pin would finally slip off, but was beginning to think she would pull my clit off first. Suddenly she opened the pin allowing my clit to snap back. Before the blood even had a chance to rush into my sexual organ, her fingers started to rub it. Pain turned to lightening and I started to climax.

Some say a woman can climax so violently that she passes out. That is pure fiction; nothing but a fairy tale. I never have and don't know anyone that has. I'm sure I never will. However, I cannot explain why I didn't feel Kelly removing the rest of those pins. I only know that this climax was so intense that I screamed and then closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them again, and became aware of my surroundings, Kelly was still kneeling in front of me, grinning that knowing, supercilious grin that I have started to love. My arms, breasts, legs and pussy were tingling. I looked down and only saw indentations in my skin where the pins had been attached. 

"OK?" she asked. I could only nod. She smiled again. "The next time we do this, if I lose you, I'll wait until you recover before removing the rest of the pins to maximize the experience. I might even use my whip to remove them." I didn't know if I was supposed to thank her or not. 

"I'm going to untie you now. You will be a little weak from being in that position for so long, so be sure to hold onto the crosspiece," she instructed.

"Weak?" I thought. "I am totally, fucking exhausted, especially after that climax." I could do nothing but watch as she removed the straps binding my arms. At that point, I was literally pushing my back against the post for support even though that effort hurt my legs. Once the four carabiners were removed, Kelly, knowing my physical state, assisted me to stand then, much to my surprise, with one arm around my back and another under my legs, literally picked me up. I put my arm around her back and rested my head on her shoulder while she carried me to the bedroom and lovingly laid me on her bed. Following her directions, I rolled onto my side. Lying down behind me, she held me in a spoon-hug for the longest time, one hand grasping my breast.

Kelly was the first to break the silence. "Turn over so I can look at you, pet." I loved her smile. "How do you feel, pet?"

"Unbelievably wonderful, Mistress! I just don't understand my reaction to all that pain."

"We will talk about it all tomorrow, Kimberly." My eyebrows raised at her use of my given name. "Yes, dear, although I am not going to remove my collar, I am releasing you from your submissive status until morning. I am extremely turned on by what we just did. Do you think you can find enough energy in that body to do something about it?"

"Yes, but I would like to it in a special way for you, Mistress."

"You are free to do anything you want, Kimberly, except I don't want you to use a strap-on or any form of bondage. And, you forgot, it's Kelly when your slave status is suspended."

"Thank you, Kelly." I felt odd using her given name.

I removed Kelly's boots and the charms she had added to her rings, placed a pillow in the small of her back and asked her to pull her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders then put her arms in the crooks of her knees to hold them back. This raised her hips so that her vagina was prominently on display and, literally facing the ceiling; perfect for my plans. 

I knelt behind her, held her hips in my hands and started licking, beginning at her perineum and moving up along her left outer lip, avoiding her clit, and back down across her right outer lip. I retraced my route, this time delving a little deeper into her inner lips but continuing to avoid her engorged clit. My position allowed me to watch her face as I lapped between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and a wide smile was on her face. I could hear her uttering sweet nothings under her breath. 

During each trip of my tongue through her folds, I tried but did not always succeed, avoiding her clit. She moaned louder each time my tongue grazed it.

I plunged my tongue into her vagina and lavished in the taste of her sweet nectar as I scooped it up. I knew then that I was becoming addicted to pussy juice. Just another addiction that I knew I never wanted to overcome.

When she opened her eyes and started to beg me to make her cum, I looked up and simply said, "Sorry, dear, I have other ideas." I puckered my lips and kissed her anal flower and started slowly licking it.

"Oh, my gawd, yes, babe. Do me there!" she screamed. I needed no other encouragement and thrust my tongue into her anus and started fucking her most private hole until I knew it was time to give her what she wanted. I moved my mouth over her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and played it with my tongue like a musical instrument.

Her climax was violent. I kept sucking and tongue whipping her clit as she tried to push me away, but, with my position, I had the upper hand and didn't release her bud until she became hypersensitive. I permitted her to drop her hips then fell on top of her and started kissing her with my cum-covered lips and tongue. Between kisses she kept saying, "Thank you, babe."

When we finally relaxed, I rolled off to her side. She put her arm around me, and I placed my hand over her breast and squeezed softly. "You know, darling, now that I have started producing milk, the volume I produce will, primarily be controlled by the amount you drink although I will have the most in the morning. We'll have to get up a little earlier in the morning so you can enjoy a liquid breakfast in bed. We will soon have done it each evening as well. You haven't suckled all day, today. I wouldn't want you to forget how." Her smile was wonderful. We shifted positions and I sucked on her nipples for half an hour while she leaned against the head of the bed.

"The tool to remove your collar is downstairs, babe. Let me run down and get it.

"I'd prefer to keep it on tonight, Kelly, and I'd like you to lock the chain on it."

"Are you sure, Kimberly? It might be uncomfortable. I said you have your freedom until morning."

"I'm sure."

The sound of the padlock clicking shut was comforting. Slave status or not, I still belonged to Kelly. 

"Good night, Kimberly. I love you."

"I love you, too, Kelly. Good night." 

We soon fell asleep, legs and arms entwined and securely locked to the bed. At least I was.

As promised, the alarm on Monday morning buzzed half an hour earlier than on previous work days. After our bathroom routine she removed the metal collar so we could shower together. We returned to the bed where I enjoyed my first morning "liquid breakfast." This, in addition to another breast feeding each evening, would become a daily routine for us, so I won't continue mentioning it except if we do it in some unusual circumstance. Licking and sucking the nipples of another person during sex is one thing but being held in the arms of a women while enjoying warm milk from her nipple is something else. It is difficult to explain. I think one must try it to understand. I will confess, that, this highly intimate act helped to bond us even closer as mistress, slave, and lovers. 

[hirarandi]

Later, I dressed Kelly for the day then prepared our regular breakfast, while still nude, of course. Once my 'slave' duties in the kitchen were complete, I returned to the bedroom and dressed according to her instructions. I probably am saying this too much, but it really was nice not to have to decide what to wear. My outfit for the day was another of the continuing surprises that Kelly had in store for me. She handed me white hip-hugger panties to wear along with black thigh highs, the blue and green tartan kilt skirt, purchased Saturday, a white, long-sleeve, form-fit silk shirt, and a gray blazer. Three-inch black pumps completed my outfit. "We need you to look exceptionally good for your first day on your new job, little one," she commented. Since I was essentially returning to the same company for which I had been consulting, I had nearly forgotten about the change in position.


As soon as I entered the office, Diane quickly approached me. "Well, Kim, I understand you accepted our offer. May I be the first to welcome you as Hunter's new CIO?"

"Oh, Diane, I just can't believe you recommended me as your replacement and can't thank you enough."

"Trust me. I cannot think of anyone more qualified for the position; other than yours truly, that is." We both laughed again at her qualification of my expertise.

"I was shocked when they told me. In fact, the first thing Brian said was that he hated to lose me. I thought I was being fired. You never even gave me a hint."

"I was asked not to, of course."

"Well, at least I have two weeks before I ascend to the position."

"Actually, you don't. When I made my recommendation to the executive committee, I also recommended that you should start as soon as possible. They left the decision up to me. I gave it some deep thought after learning you accepted the offer. It is best for everyone concerned that you start today. The word is already going around the department that I am leaving. They should not have to wonder who is in charge or what's going to happen. Don't worry, though, I will still be here all week to bring you up-to-date on everything. In the meantime, you have an appointment with Human Resources in ten minutes to go through the formalities."

When I entered the HR office complex, Ms. Griffiths' secretary said, "Go right in, Kimberly, she is expecting you.

Ms. Griffiths, the VP of HR, immediately stood as I entered the office, walked around her desk, and extended her hand. She was a slim, tall blond, with liquid blue eyes and hair pulled back in a pony tail. Wearing a white shirt with cuff links, gray pants and black heels, she exuded the confidence and professionalism one would expect from someone in her position. I guessed that she was about ten years older than I. "Welcome to Hunter Industries, Kimberly. I cannot tell you how pleased we were that you accepted our offer."

"I must admit that I was quite surprised that such an offer was extended, Ms. Griffiths, especially when I hadn't applied for the position."

"It is an unusual situation, Kimberly, but Diane was quite convincing when she recommended you, and, of course, many of us have seen you in action. I must also say that you made a good impression on every executive with whom you have come in contact, both before and after we made the decision to use your firm as consultants on our project. You were the principle reason we chose your company. In fact, our acceptance was contingent on you being the on-site consultant." I was flattered to hear it from her, even though I already knew that fact. 

"You will need to complete a formal application for the record, of course. First, though, let's discuss a few things about your new position and the benefits here at Hunter." She pointed to a small sofa along the wall and said, "We may as well relax while we talk, but before we do, you'll probably be more comfortable if you remove your jacket."

"Ah... I would prefer to keep it on if that's OK with you, Ms. Griffiths."

"Nonsense, Kimberly. From seeing you around the plant, I know you always dress to the tens. Truthfully, that is one of the many things about you that impressed me. I must tell you, though, that the outfits you have worn the past two weeks are more stylish than what you had been wearing. Please don't take me wrong, but the suits you wore at first were OK, they were just, let's say, a little severely tailored, and many were made, well, for women much older than either of us. While they provided a very professional image, I think they also would have kept you separated you from your contemporaries. That was the only negative I saw in you. The way you have recently dressed has been much softer and makes you appear more, well, approachable, for lack of a better word.

"Thank you, Ms. Griffiths. I accept that as a compliment. You are the second person to tell me that."

You are an executive now, Kimberly. Please call me Mel. My name is really Melanie, but I prefer to use the diminutive of my name so that people don't mistake me for the movie star." 

"I wish I had a problem like that," I replied laughing. "I prefer Kim, but not for the same reason, of course."

I started to unbutton my jacket, thinking she would accept that in lieu of removal, knowing that her opinion of me might be less when she saw that I was not wearing a bra. 

"You can use a hanger from my closet for your jacket," she added, pointing towards a door.

"That's OK. I'll just leave it open like this."

"I insist," she replied. "You look too formal wearing it. I want you to be relaxed while we talk." To emphasize her desire, she stepped behind me and started to pull the jacket off my shoulders. Knowing it would be disrespectful to continue resisting at this point, I gave in to the inevitable. When she returned from hanging it in her closet, it only took a second for her to notice the lack of a bra strap across my back through the semi-sheer silk. "Oh! I think I see why you wanted to leave it on."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Griffiths. I hadn't planned on removing my jacket today."

"No need to apologize, my dear. After all, I was the one who insisted; and it's Mel in case you forgot already," she said. I had assumed she'd let me put it back on, but she continued to hang the jacket in her closet, much to my embarrassment. "I, too, make sure no one will be able to notice when I don't wear a bra to the office." Seeing the surprised look on my face, she continued, "We'll keep it a secret between us girls, OK?" I agreed with a simple nod.

We finally sat down on the sofa. It was L-shaped in the corner of the room, so we were, essentially, facing one another. During the ensuing conversation, I noticed her eyes straying, quite often, to the shadows of my aureoles beneath the blouse. Each time that I realized she was staring, I could sense my nipples hardening. However, she never made another comment about my "condition." It was more than an hour later that she held my jacket for me as I put it back on. After I buttoned it, she commented, "I must admit, Kim, that I am pleased to see you are not as 'prim and proper' as we all thought. Promise me you won't change just because I discovered your 'secret.'"

"I promise," I answered while thinking she would not be so lenient if she knew the totality of my secret.

"Please have your application back to me by tomorrow morning," she said as she opened her office door for me, and then added, "By the way, I like the nipple rings, too." I blushed again while thanking her.

I received a text from Kelly thanking me for the flowers. "I should be angry with you for hiding the purchase from me. but I imagine you paid for them with your allowance. You'll have to explain the reason for so many different colors."

Upon returning home Monday night, I stripped in the foyer, picked up my collar and found Kelly sitting on the sofa. She made me stand in front of her and turn slowly so she could "enjoy the view." When she finished, I knelt before her, held the collar out and cited the required words. Collar locked in place, she said, "It's time for an inspection, pet. Stand and present." Even considering our history, it was still embarrassing as she walked around me, touching and prodding at my orifices, including my mouth, pulling my nipples, squeezing my breasts and generally running her hands over my skin. 

Ordered to kneel and rest, when she finished, she commented how much she loved my naked body, along with its perfections and imperfections, the curve of my neck and breasts, my well-shaped ass, and how my nipples got hard when I became excited. She then said, "There have been a few occasions when you have been able to wear clothes at home, pet. I have told you how I prefer you to be naked. I just want you to know that, from this point forward, it will be extremely rare when I permit you to wear more than a minimal amount of clothing within the confines of our house. Most of the time you will be totally naked." I quickly picked up on her use of the word "our" and liked it.

[hirarandi]

When I told her about Mel's "discovery," Kelly said that, based on the comments Mel made afterwards, I should not worry. We then discussed Hunter's dress code for executives, which was primarily informal. Kelly said that I would still be wearing skirts most of the time, without panties, of course, and indicated that she would permit me to wear a bra except when, like today, she would hide my "condition." Occasionally she might even permit me to wear slacks or jeans.


"Right now, my dear, we need to get something to eat because I have enrolled you in a class tonight."

"May I ask what kind of class, ma'am?"

"It's a surprise. You'll find our when we get there. Lisa's is on the way. To save time I'll call ahead and have them prepare something for us. Your clothes are on the bed."

I was somewhat surprised to find my new pair of stretch denim jeans waiting for me, and more surprised to discover that they were tighter than I expected when I put them on. They fit like a second skin. A sleeveless T, white ankles socks and white sneakers completed my outfit. I blushed (will that never stop?) when Kelly complimented me by saying now nice my ass looked in the stretch jeans.

We rode her Hog to our destinations. Dinner at Lisa's was a quick in-and-out, although I did have time to explain the meaning of each color of rose to her. She hadn't realized there were so many meanings. It is a good thing that Kelly called ahead. We left Lisa's a little before six and arrived at our destination just in time to register for my class. Her grin was huge when I read the sign on the door. It said, "Hog Heaven; Motorcycle training; beginning to advanced."

She answered my question before I asked. "Yes, pet, you are going to learn to ride a bike and not behind me. Tonight, you will have three hours of classroom training. Tomorrow night you will learn to handle a real Hog on their outdoor track. The beauty of this course is that it is state sanctioned. It is something new that the legislature recently approved on a trial basis. If you pass this course, you do not have to go through a 'learner's permit' phase or take a test at the MDV. All you need to do is take your class certificate to the county and they will issue you a new license with a motorcycle endorsement.

"But, Mistress, I know how much your bike must have cost. I'd be afraid to ride it anywhere unless you were driving."

"Who said you were going to be riding MY Hog? They supply the bikes you will use for training." I didn't comment on the obvious: what happens after I get my license? I simply stared at her in reply. "I'll be back to pick you up at nine," she said.

The classroom training emphasized motorcycle safety more than the rules of the road, since the rules are basically the same for automobiles and motorcycles. We had a short break every hour. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that my collar and braless condition didn't seem to raise an eyebrow. After all, I was attending a "biker" class. I was one of the few people in the class without at least one tattoo, though.

I was excited about my class and the fact that I could soon be riding a bike by myself, I don't think I stopped talking all the way home. I could tell that Kelly was pleased I had enjoyed the training so much. I was surprised when she grabbed my hand and pulled me directly to the bedroom rather than having me strip in the foyer.

Still fully dressed, Kelly sat on the edge of the bed and watched me remove my clothes. I realized I enjoyed having her watch me undress and hoped she would do it more in the future, rather than having me do it alone in the foyer. When I was finally naked, she ordered me to kneel.

"Pet, there is something new that I want to do with you. Get your cuffs and lock them on while I watch." I wasted no time complying with this order knowing that each time I closed a lock, I would feel more 'owned' and she and I would somehow magically become closer. I was not just putting myself in bondage, I was literally binding myself to her because she held the keys to my release.

My next order was to lie on the bed with pillows under my head and upper back. She tied my wrist cuffs to the head of the bed then buckled more cuffs around each thigh close to my hips and just above my knees. I pulled my legs up so my calves and thighs were touching and watched her connect the ankle cuffs to the thigh cuffs using a carabiner link. Finally, she tied ropes to the cuffs near my knees and attached the other ends of the ropes to the outside of the bed, pulling them tight to spread my legs wide.

Although I had no idea what Kelly had planned, there was no doubt that I was already in heat. I turned my head and smiled while watching her strip by the side of the bed. Naked, she climbed onto the bed, knelt between my legs, laid down on top of me and started to tongue fuck my mouth. "Gawd, I love this woman," I thought while moaning in passion. She continued to kiss my lips, face and neck for the longest time before starting to move downward. Not being able to move, I just enjoyed the attention while she kissed and licked my body while intermittently sucking and nibbling at my nipples. I moaned when she licked my navel. "I am going to put a ring here, pet, and soon." 

In jest, I replied, "And just what else do you plan to pierce, Mistress?"

"Well, truthfully, I really would like to have you wear a nose ring. It would be fun to attach my leash to it, rather than my collar, to lead you around." I shuddered at the thought, before she added, "But I don't think the management at Hunter would be pleased if one of their senior executives were sporting a nose ring." 

Continuing down she kissed and licked the insides of my thighs. I eventually realized that she was avoiding any contact with 'her' cunt. I pleaded for that intimacy.

"Oh, my pet wants me to lick my cunt, does she?"

"Oh, gawd, yes, Mistress! I need that so bad."

"Well, my pet, your Mistress has other ideas. You will just have to wait to receive that pleasure." I groaned in exasperation then jumped, as much as my bonds would permit when she suddenly slipped a finger into my hot vagina.

"Do you know, pet, there is one sensation a man gets that I can't when fucking you with a dildo?"

I thought this might be a redundant question but decided to reply when she remained silent. "What might that be, Mistress?"

"I think I will wait to tell you because I know a way to remedy that situation and want to surprise you." I sighed when she introduced a second digit into my cunt and started slowly finger fucking me and rubbing my g-spot. I was glad that my bonds prevented anything but minimal movement. It was my strongest desire to simply relax and let her do me. One would have to be in my position to realize how blissful I felt at that moment.

"Me thinks my pet is liking this," Kelly commented when I moaned as she added a third finger to the slow, steady in and out movement. My cunt felt filled to capacity when a fourth finger joined its companions. I knew a simple touch to my clit would cause me to a climax. I wanted to scream for her to send me over the top yet realized she had been silent all this time. I didn't want to disturb her reverie or mine. 

With closed eyes I was enjoying the trip to the paradise that my love, my Mistress, was sending me, when I suddenly realized her thumb had joined her fingers and the pressure that she was exerting on my cunt was increasing. "Oh, my gawd, Mistress, your hand feels so big. Are you sure it will fit?

"You worry too much, my pet. Your Mistress knows what she is doing. Remember, your hand fit inside me. Just relax. I can tell you are enjoying this. You are so wet I won't even need to add any artificial lubrication." While continuing to slowly piston her hand in and out of my cunt up to her knuckles, she shifted her position slightly so that she was sitting cross-legged between mine. She later told me that she had wanted to watch the expression on my face when her hand finally slipped inside me. "My hand is in to the knuckles now, pet. How do you feel?" 

"I feel full, Mistress. It's wonderful. Please don't stop."

"Oh, love, stopping is the last thing I plan to do. I'm in another inch."

Never in my wildest imagination did I think that anything as big as a fist would fit inside my pussy. I had heard of the term fisting but didn't think it was possible until I had done it to Kelly. I felt the pressure ease as the largest part of her hand slipped in and my vagina relaxed over her wrist.

"Ok, my little pet, now I am going to really fuck you." And she did.

For a long time the silence was only interrupted by the wet, squishing sound of her fist moving in and out of my cunt, until she said, "What I was alluding to earlier is that when I fuck you with my strap-on, I can climax with you but can't feel you climax internally like a man can when his cock is inside you. This way I can feel every quiver and ripple that your body makes and will be able to feel the energy of your climax. Would you like to climax now, pet?"

"Only if my Mistress wishes me to cum, ma'am," I replied without conviction.

"Then you shall." She leaned down, took my clit between her lips and sucked. I came and came and came. When I opened my eyes again, my collar was chained to the bed, Kelly was holding me in a spoon hug with her hand grasping my naked breast. I turned over and passionately kissed her.

"Did my pet enjoy her first fist fuck?"

"More than I can tell you, Mistress. Thank you so much. May I have the privilege of pleasuring you now?"

"Regretfully no, pet. I took care of my own problem while you were out. We need to get to sleep. Tomorrow is a work day. Oh, and you are most welcome."

[hirarandi]

Tuesday morning, Kelly instituted a change in our routine. Before our shower, she replaced the leather collar with the combination lock gold chain given me when I flew back for my home office meeting. "You will essentially be wearing this chain 24/7 from now on, little one. It really is a piece of jewelry and will ride below the leather collar when you are wearing it. I would prefer that you wear my leather collar 24/7, but a mistress can't have everything she wants. There will be times I may substitute a different day collar for this combination chain." 


Since I was to be introduced to all the employees as the new CIO, Kelly had me wear two more new purchases: a lace, front closing bra and my new long sleeve sweater dress. A garter belt held up my nylons. No panties were permitted, however. Black pumps complete my wardrobe. 

After the introductions I was fully briefed on all the facets and nuances of my new position by the COO and Diane. That took up most of the morning. After lunch with Diane in my new office, which was hers, but she had removed most of her personal possessions on Friday and Monday. She spent time transferring computer administration and files to my control in addition to showing me specifics aspects of the CIO position. I also taught two classes on the new software to the final departments that had not received any training. 

It felt good to get home and finally remove my clothes in the foyer. Clothes were beginning to feel, well, a little 'confining.' I found my Mistress waiting on the sofa. I knelt and recited the requisite words asking for permission to wear her collar. 

"You have to earn the privilege tonight, pet. I'm horny," she said, spreading her legs to invite me in. "I missed this last night." Normally, I would take my time, bringing her to a slow, loving climax. However, because of her next words, "Regretfully, we need to hurry, though, kimmy. I have already called our order in to Lisa's, so we won't be late for your class." I literally attacked her clit, sucking it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. As soon as she climaxed, I was ordered to the bedroom. "Your clothes are on the bed, pet." 

I was shocked to find only the jeans I had worn on Monday and a pair of white socks. In less than two minutes I was again kneeling in front of Kelly. "Mistress, I am not questioning you, but do you really think I should go to class like this?"

"Of course, I don't, pet, the rest of your outfit it in the hall closet. Bring whatever you find there, including the box on the floor, back to me." I returned carrying three leather garments and the box. At Kelly's direction, I placed them on the sofa. She picked up a leather vest first and told me to put it on. I loved the feel of the silky lining against my bare skin. "Since you are going to be riding on your own for the first time tonight, dear, you should be properly dressed. Leather is the best protector for a motorcycle rider as you learned last night in class. While I admit that I am neglectful in this area while riding in and around town, I do wear leathers when riding long distances." 

Recognizing the purpose of my grin, she interjected, "Don't you dare recite the fact that most accidents occur close to home." She handed me a pair of leather chaps, while adding, "The vest, and these chaps are mine. I am only loaning them to you for your class tonight. You will also have to wear my leather jacket when you actually ride the bike. While you don't need the chaps until then, I want to see how they look on you. We will purchase a set for you after you finish the class." After I tried the chaps on, she commented on how nice they looked on me, before correcting herself, "I meant to say how nice you look in them. I can't wait to see how you look when wearing them without the jeans." I thought the idea was quite exciting and wondered if I'd be riding her bike that way.

I removed the chaps and she handed me the unopened box. I pulled out a new pair of lace-up, black leather, ankle boots. "While these are a 'graduation' gift for you, pet, you won't be properly dressed to ride without them, so you may put them on now. A word of warning: You had better pass your test tonight or you will pay for those boots with your ass."

Kelly stayed on the sideline at the driving course and watched the instructors put us through the training, which was, of course, quite intense, and stressed two-wheel safety. I must admit that I felt quite confident of myself as a bike rider when we finished. At the end, each of the students had to perform all of the maneuvers required by the state, with a state examiner present. I passed with flying colors. We were surprised to learn that in addition to the certificate of completion, the state examiner issued each graduate a temporary license. We had one week to go get the motorcycle endorsement on our license. Temporary license in hand, I ran to Kelly, hugged her, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. "Oh, thank you; thank you, Mistress. I never would have done something like this on my own."

"I am proud of you, pet, and intend to continue this celebration at home, but we have to make a stop along the way, so let's not dawdle. Fifteen minutes later, she parked in front of a Harley Davidson dealer. I know my chin put a hole in the pavement when she said, "The owner is a personal friend of mine, pet. It's past their closing time, but he said he would wait for us and promised to give you a good deal."

"Ah...Mistress...a good deal on what?"

"On new leathers of your own, little one. After you purchase them, we shall see." The last part of her answer was, obviously, to keep me in suspense. I hadn't realized that she had meant that we would purchase my leathers immediately after my class. I'll never underestimate my mistress.

Selecting my new "outfit" was relatively easy. The owner, whose name was Jeff, happily helped me select a helmet, leather jacket, vest, pants, and chaps. He had suggested that I wouldn't need chaps and the pants, but Kelly insisted on both. The bomb dropped when Jeff asked, "Are you ready to select your new bike, Kim?" My mouth dropped again as I turned to look at Kelly! She simply nodded.

"Ah...Umm...I guess so," I replied, stupidly.

I spent a lot of time looking at several bikes, but kept returning to a gold, Electra Glide Ultra Special without even knowing the price. Jeff explained that it was a custom color so there wouldn't be many like it on the road. He also explained its optional features. I and almost died when Jeff said it was ONLY $25,624 plus tax. (my emphasis on the "only"), adding that he was giving me a deep discount, if I liked it, because Kelly was a close friend and good customer. "Gawd, I've never paid that much for a car, Mistress," I whispered.

"Why don't you take it out for a quick spin around the block, Kim? Get the feel of almost 900 pounds of pure power vibrating between your legs." 

I laughed, because I immediately thought, "I'd rather have Kelly's tongue vibrating between my legs." I did take the ride, albeit reluctantly. When I returned, I said, "Wow! I love it, but I really don't think I want to pay that much for a motorcycle.

"Come on, kimmy, you are worth it," Kelly commented. "Besides, we both know you can afford it. You also have more than enough in your account to pay cash for it." Somehow, I knew that was an order. I wasn't to argue. Besides, I knew she was right. I wanted to buy it. I always chickened out on buying expensive items for myself. Then I would regret not doing it. I also thought that I wouldn't be spending my money on much else. Yes, "In bondage there really is freedom." 

Jeff actually clinched the deal by saying, "Look, Kim. Kelly has been a good customer for years. I'll let you take it home to road test it. I'll even throw in the helmet and leathers for free. I just need you to complete a short credit application for security. If you don't like it, just bring it back by the time we close on Thursday. The only thing I ask is that you try not travel more than 100 miles if you think you are going to return it. We'll either cancel the sale or you can test another model. If you want to keep it, just give me a call to make an appointment so I can prepare all the paperwork, including a full credit application." 

"What if she decides to pay cash for it, Jeff.?"

"Just bring a check with you and make sure you have enough in your account to cover it," he laughed.

I proudly rode my new HOG home beside Kelly. Well, not right beside her. I learned that was not safe. 

Once home, kneeling naked in front of Kelly, I said, "Gawd, Kelly, I cannot believe I bought that bike; or maybe I should say that I can't believe you made me buy it."

"To be honest, pet, I did it on a whim. If you really don't want to spend that much, I you have my permission to return it. You may also have Jeff process the credit application if you want. I won't force you to pay cash. Besides, having debt other than credit cards will probably be good for your credit score." 

"I guess I have to be honest, too, Mistress. I am a tightwad where money is concerned. I absolutely hate to part with it. You already know my finances. I really do want the bike, but if you give me the option, I will probably decide to return it or buy something less expensive."

"Well, I guess there is no question that I will make you keep it, then." I leaped onto the sofa and started kissing her. 

I had pushed Kelly flat on the sofa and was on top of her, passionately thrusting my tongue into her mouth when she suddenly pushed me away. "Whoa there, slut. Keep that up and I won't have time to finish my plans tonight." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom, stopping only to pick up a strange looking flat metal bar from the playroom. The bar was about three feet long with what looked like a half-circle loop attached near each end and two attached near the center. She placed the bar on the bed, removed the eight wing nuts holding the half-circles to the bar, then removed the half-circles. I was directed to kneel with my legs spread and my ankles near the outside edges of the bar between the bolts that held the half-circles. She reattached the two outer half-circles to the bar, clamping my ankles in place. She then told me to lean forward, with my forehead on the bed and my arms between my legs. Once in position she grasped my right wrist, pulled it back over the center of the bar and fitted a half-circle over it. My left wrist was similarly secured under the fourth half-circle.

Kelly slowly ran her hand over my upturned ass and exclaimed, "You know, pet, I think this would look much better with a few stripes. Do you agree?"

"My Mistress is never wrong," I replied with an accompanying gulp and groan. 

Kelly disappeared for a few moments. I turned my head on the pillow. It was somewhat awkward, but I wanted to see her when she returned and finally was able to watch her enter the bedroom carrying a riding crop and wearing her favorite 1-1/2-inch diameter dildo. She held the whip in front of my face. "You know what to do, pet." I placed the obligatory kiss on it and moved my head so that my forehead was again resting on the bed. 

The first stroke landed seconds later searing my flesh. "One! Thank you, Ma'am." After the fifth, Kelly climbed on the bed, kissed each of the rising welts and then my pussy. I tried to imagine what my ass and cunt must look like at this moment, on display in a way I never would have imagined. I loved the way she pushed my limits to accept positions I would have found obscene a few long weeks ago. 

She shifted position and before I could wonder what she was doing, the dildo was probing the entrance to my tunnel of love. The touch was like an electric shock. I moaned loudly. "Do you want it, pet?"

"Oh, gawd, yes, ma'am."

"You have to ask me properly."

"Please fuck your wanton slut, Mistress, please!"

"Not bad, but acceptable." Without any additional fanfare, she grasped my hips and rammed that fake dick fully into my cunt. I cried out, not from pain, but because of the joy I truly felt when it hit bottom. 

With slow, purposeful strokes she brought me to the brink of orgasm before pulling out. Needless to say, I was crushed. She was teasing me again. "Oh, gawd, Mistress. Please don't stop! I need to cum!"

"Don't worry, slut. You'll get to cum...when I'm good and ready." I groaned again and she slapped my ass. 

I felt her moving about on the bed a little but couldn't see what she was doing because of my position. I jumped, as much as my bonds would permit, when the cold liquid hit the top of my ass and started to slowly run down my crack. It stopped when she placed two fingers just beneath my upturned sphincter. Anticipating Kelly's intentions, I relaxed, then sighed as one, and eventually two fingers worked the lube into my puckered hole. More lube and a third finger were soon added, stretching me to my limit; or so I thought. As the saying goes, "It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what was next." Still, I think every muscle in my body stiffened when the fake cock, itself wet with lube, touched my anus.

"Relax, babe, and it won't hurt as much. I know this one will seem large, but I also know you can take it," Kelly whispered. 

As she pressed against my ass, I did my best to remain quiet and accept the inevitable, without success. Kelly either accepted my vocal expletives, or simply ignored them, because she maintained constant pressure on my sphincter, forcing it to expand enough to permit the invader to finally break through. I moaned when the bulbous head finally entered. Grasping my hips tightly, Kelly then started a systematic back-and-forth movement drilling the dildo in deeper, an inch at a time. When it was fully inserted, she said, "Ok, babe, I am not going to do all the work here. Start moving your ass." Even in my prone and inclined position, I was surprised to find that I could move my hips back and forth. She remained still. I realized that Kelly wasn't fucking me. I was fucking the dildo.

When Kelly reached around my hip and started massaging my clit, I quickly and unexpectedly climaxed. Before releasing me, she went to the bathroom and washed the dildo. I was informed that would be my job in the future. She fucked me, vaginally, to one more climax before releasing me from the bar. We hugged and kissed until we both fell asleep from total exhaustion. 

Kelly was still wearing the dildo when we awakened in the morning. I removed it for her, then she, in turn, unlocked the chain and removed my collar. Bathroom routine and showers followed. 

Kelly had been slowly, patiently, adding to my duties as her slave. I use the word duties instead of job, because a 'duty' has more of a moral obligation than a job. Wednesday morning Kelly raised a previously assigned duty one more level. "Little one, you have been assisting me to dress and undress since you agreed to be my slave." I nodded in agreement. "Well, I have come to the conclusion that you have been shirking your duties in this matter."

"I don't understand, My Mistress."

"Let me put it this way. Do you not agree that it is the responsibility of a slave to relieve her mistress of all mundane undertakings?"

Kelly said this with a weak attempt of an aristocratic accent that almost made my laugh. We both knew she was being silly, so I replied, "I totally agree madame," using a French accent on the last word, and ending with a courtesy, if one can truly courtesy when one is naked.

"Well, you do a fantastic job in the rest of the house, cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, etc. However, I just realized that I do more than half the work when getting dressed. I select all my clothes and place them on the bed for you. I usually put on my own nylons and bras. By now you should be able to pick out my clothes once I tell you what I wish to wear.

"I want to wear nylons today. You may begin with them and a blue garter belt." When I started to smooth the first nylon my hand grazed the bare flesh of her leg. "I'm sure that was an accident, slut, but don't you dare touch my pussy without permission or I'll cane your ass." I looked up at her and couldn't tell if she was teasing or not. I knew it was better to obey than to find out. 

Three-inch black heels were next. I held her foot delicately while I slipped the pumps on. "You may kiss them if you wish, pet." I leaned forward and lightly kissed each foot. If, three weeks ago someone had suggested that I would do this humiliating act, I would have told them that they were fucking crazy. Now I considered it an honor to be permitted to kiss her feet.

"Please get the bra and thong that match my garter belt, dear. Granted permission to stand, I looked at Kelly standing before me, naked from the waist up, garter belt, nylons and high heels below. The sunlight streaming in the window highlighted her beauty. I guess I was staring because she said, "Do you like what you see, slut." 

"Oh, yes, My Mistress. I think you are absolutely beautiful."

"Well, I do enjoy it when you look at me like that, but if you don't get your ass moving, we will either miss breakfast or will be late for work." 

She made me hook her bra while standing in front of her. I've easily hooked my own bra behind my back since I started wearing one (until I wasn't permitted to wear one, of course.) Let me tell you, that doing it FOR someone from the front isn't as easy as it sounds, especially when you are being kissed at the same time. It's easier, and more fun to unhook one from the front. 

When I had put her bra on her, I had noticed she had winced ever so slightly. I asked if I had done something that hurt her. "No, my dear, you didn't." Then she reminded me about the articles we read that described all the changes that would occur in a woman's breasts during pregnancy and when lactating, including tenderness. We didn't have to worry about the pregnancy, of course.

Her last article of clothing was a print shirt dress. When I finished buttoning it, Kelly grasped my face, pulled it to her and gave me one of her toe-curling kisses. "Noe that is the way a mistress deserves to be dressed. Thank you, little one."

"The pleasure was all mine, My Mistress."

"Now get your ass down to the kitchen and prepare our breakfast."

"Yes, mistress." I was to remain naked.

After breakfast (the one I cooked, not my liquid one which I enjoyed in bed after we awakened), Kelly suggested that I should ride my new bike to work. "That way you should have a good idea if you want to keep it. Tomorrow you can take mine and make a comparison." 

On the way back to our bedroom, she asked if my office had a private bathroom. "Yes, ma'am, it does. I guess that means I really am an executive now," I giggled.

She smiled in return. Gawd how I love that smile. "Great, that makes it easier to decide what you will wear today." I followed her to the closet where she selected my wardrobe for the day. I gathered the clothes together and carefully placed them on the bed: A fitted shirt, pleated skirt, garter belt and nylons. I was then confused when she told me to get my new leather pants, vest, and boots. 

"I can't possibly wear all of that, Mistress."

She laughed, "Well, not all at the same time, slut. You will wear the vest and pants and boots, with the garter belt and nylons under them. while riding your bike. Pack the shirt and skirt carefully in your backpack and change when you get to work."

I didn't describe the vest earlier. It was sleeveless, had a V neckline and 4 snap buttons in the front. The kicker was that it laced up on both sides. A casual glance would reveal I wasn't wearing a bra. Kelly whistled when I finished putting on the leathers. "Wow, slut. You look great. You can even see evidence of the garters under the pants.

[hirarandi]

I was a little apprehensive when I arrived at work, but, surprisingly, not one single person commented on my outfit when I walked through the complex to my office.


Morning had added a new duty, but evening brought a new dimension to my training. When I carried my collar to Kelly, I noticed a small wooden box sitting on the sofa beside her. I was curious but knew not to ask. After collaring me, Kelly asked about my day. I provided the highlights, during which my eyes would stray towards the box. 

When I finished, Kelly said, "I notice my slut is interested in my new box."

"Yes, Mistress, she is and would be greatly appreciative if her mistress would tell her what is in it."

"Well, little one, it is currently empty. However, you will be in it after dinner."

"I don't understand, Mistress. It is much too small for your slut to fit in it."

"Please bring me a glass of wine, pet, so we can retire to the den where I will explain. I placed the glass of wine on the end table and was ordered to kneel.

"You have been a perfect slave, so far, but after we extend you contract, I am sure there will be times you will be naughty or maybe downright disobedient. After all, it is natural. In either case you will be punished. I have already said that punishments may not involve physical pain. Some punishments I define as erotic can also be true punishments. For example, the bar I used to clamp your wrists and ankles last evening could be used for either depending on the length of time you are in it. Several hours kneeling like that can be quite difficult.

This box is an example of a punishment I might use. We will test a one or two more ways this week. I will add pink and white slips in your box for each. Only the length of time will be different. I want you to be aware of what lies ahead if you disobey me."

First Kelly hung a lanyard around my neck. A small bell hung from it. "I will explain this in a bit, pet."

Turning to box and said, "This, my pet, is called a head box or a sensory deprivation box." I noticed several hinges and hasps on it. "I borrowed it from Allyson but will buy one for you when you sign your extension. We will probably use it for both play as well as punishment. Tonight, we will use it for play and to test your reactions to it. You have said that you are not claustrophobic, so I am not worried about that." 

One side of the box was split into two hinged panels with lockable hasps opposite the edges with the hinges. The upper panel was about twice the size of the bottom and had two small, square "doors" with lockable hasps on them. 

She opened the two panels so I could see inside. All six sides were lined with grey foam except for a round hole in the bottom. I also noticed that the foam was cut between the two pieces on the front panels and around the two small doors. 

Finally, Kelly released a hasp on the front portion of the bottom permitting it to drop open, splitting the hole in two. It was hinged on the same side of the box as the front panels.

"Are you ready to try it out, pet?"

I gulped and said, "If that is your desire, My Mistress." 

Kelly put the box around my head with the half-circle at the back of my neck. She then raised the bottom portion and put a second lock through the hasp staple on the side. I immediately understood that the box could not be removed until this panel was again opened.

Oh, in case you're worried, I will take care of dinner and the dishes tonight since you will not be able to. She leaned forward, kissed me, and said, "Just remember that I love you, little one. I wasn't worried before those last two statements.

"I'm sure you have ascertained the purpose of the two small doors.

"Yes, ma'am. You will only open them when you want me to see you."

"Excellent. The smaller, bottom panel can be opened when I want to feed you or put something in your mouth."

"May I ask how long I will be wearing this, ma'am?"

"You may, but I am not going to tell you, except that I know you have to work tomorrow." The look on my face must have been priceless because she immediately continued, "But I promise I will take it off before we go to bed, at the latest. Just know that as punishment, I could leave it on as long as I want."

"Now I need to explain the bell. If you feel over heated, are having a panic attack, need to use the bathroom, or for any other reason that you want out, please ring the bell. While I will probably hear you if you yell, the foam will muffle your voice. I will never be farther away than the next room, but I may not hear your voice. Please promise me that you will ring it and keep ringing it until you feel me nearby or opening a panel so we can talk. 

"I promise, Mistress." I then grinned and started ringing the bell.

Kelly smiled and said, "OK, bitch. What is your problem?"

"I'm in love with you, too, My Mistress. Please kiss me one more time." Her laugh was followed by a passionate kiss.

"I will be walking you around the house while you are in the box. I think you will be able to follow my directions as I guide you with my hand. If I push down on your shoulder, you will take the 'rest' position. 

The two front panels were locked closed, putting me in a world of darkness. She immediately pushed down on my shoulder. Time passes slowly when one is doing nothing. Minutes seem like hours and hours seem like eternity, so it was forever before I felt Kelly's hand under my arm. I stood and was led to the dinner table. I knew that because she opened the lower panel and the doors over my eyes. I had not noticed the Velcro strips that she used to hold them open. I was able to tilt my head enough that I could look down at the table but could not easily turn my head to the side. The box also removed my peripheral vision.

Kelly's directions remained nonverbal. I felt the chair being pushed against the backs of my legs and knew I was to sit. She placed my hand on the utensils next to the plate. That was my signal that I was to eat. I had thought she would be feeding me. However, I ate in silence. When I finished, she led me somewhere and pressed down on my shoulder. I assumed my rest position.

Time again passed slowly until, finally, she removed the box. 

"You did quite well, little one. You were in the box for just over two hours. I was overjoyed to see that she was now naked.

"Do you think that it will be an effect punishment if I left you in all evening or for a day."

"I do, Mistress."

"Did you experience any problems?"

"It was a little warm, Mistress. Other than that, no."

"Do you think you can find a way to thank me?"

My answer was nonverbal. I leaned forward and started lapping the folds of her wet pussy. After her climax, she held me in her arms while I enjoyed my evening 'liquid refreshments.'

"kimmy, I want to ask you something one more time, and promise it will be the last. Have you been OK with everything we have done so far?"

"Mistress, I cannot honestly say I have enjoyed everything, but I would not refuse anything because that is what you want for me."

"I have decided that, if and when we renew our contract, I will prepare a new one, rather than extend our current one. The new one will include a list of activities we might do as mistress and slave. "

I admitted that I finally fully understood the concept "In bondage there is freedom" but remained somewhat confused how I could have a dominating personality during the day, enjoy spanking Barb, yet be totally submissive to Kelly. Before meeting her, I was always the dominant person in every group in which I was a participant. I also understood, for the first time, that I was somewhat domineering when I dated men. That's why I probably could not maintain a relationship, and why Jeff was not faithful. Of course, it didn't help that I was not very responsive in the area of sex, could not undress in front of him, etc., etc. Crap! Who am I trying to kid? It was because I was a lesbian and just didn't know it. 

I told her that, every day, I looked forward to getting home and having her order me around. I felt so comfortable obeying her, I loved it

"Pet, many people equate being dominant with being powerful or being superior and being submissive with the lack of power or inferiority. Many aggressive people are not really dominant. Bullies and domestic abusers portray a powerful front out of fear, more often than not. On the other hand, their victims submit from fear, not necessarily because they are inherently submissive, although that may be also be the case. 

"Submission is not inferiority any more than domination automatically implies superiority. In a relationship such as ours, the dominant and the submissive could be considered as equals. The submissive actually gives the dominant her power. In other words, I, the top, have no power unless you, the submissive, grant it without question or reservation. You and I are partners. When we met, I immediately took a dominant position and you were willing to permit me to do that. I lead where I think we should go, but still encourage you to help me find directions. I steer the ship and you are the navigator. You yield yourself to me out of love, not out of fear. In my opinion, that is the way every relationship should be."

Once in bed she taught me how two females could experience orgasm by rubbing our cunts together in a "scissor fuck." Now that was an experience. After a long session of passionate hugging and kissing, I was "secured" to the bed for then night and fell asleep, exhausted, while hugging my Mistress.

Thursday morning, we sat at the table enjoying our breakfast. I was opposite Kelly, legs spread so she could 'enjoy the view of her cunt' through the glass top of the table. I had already dressed her for the day, of course.

During our conversation, I asked, "Mistress, may I wear slacks today."

"And just why do you think you need slacks, little one."

"The techs are putting in some new cabling for our servers. You know I am a hands-on manager. I may be getting in the trenches with them and would feel horrible if I exposed 'your' cunt to those young innocent guys and girls." 

Kelly started laughing. "Oh, my dear, I think they might be thrilled to get a peek at my beautiful, cunt. However, I don't think a company executive needs to go around flashing her privates to the employees. You may wear your new grey slacks, a white shirt, bra, white socks, and penny loafers. I also think this will be a great time to wear your new Haynes men's briefs."

I replied, "Thank you, Mistress." She just sat there grinning. So, I commented, "What, sinister thing are you thinking, ma'am."

"Well, I was thinking that you still have to clean the kitchen before you get dressed. Also, I haven't seen you wearing those briefs, yet. I want you to run to the bedroom and put them on so I can see how you look in them while you finish."

Without comment she sat on the counter and watched me as I moved back and forth across the kitchen. Even though it was more efficient, she, wanted me to wash the dishes by hand rather than stack them in the dishwasher. She preferred to watch me stand, naked, at the sink while I washed and dried. Often, she would walk up behind me to hug me and play with my breasts. Today was no exception. This time, however, she slipped a hand down the front of my briefs. "My, my, I think my slut enjoys wearing men's underwear. I feel some dampness down there. Maybe we need to buy you some more."

I rode Kelly's bike to work and decided that, while hers was terrific, I liked mine best. After all, I had selected it and realized that was one of the few decisions I had made on my own, outside of work, in two weeks. Kelly 'forced' me buy to it, but I had picked the one I wanted. At lunch time I called and got permission to swing by the Harley dealer so I could complete the paperwork. Then I called Jeff and made an appointment. It went well, but I could tell he like my leathers, especially the vest. It was obvious he knew I wasn't wearing a bra under it.

Kelly walked into the foyer as was removing my clothes. She was still wearing the clothes I had put on her in the morning, except I could tell she had removed her bra. I wondered if she was naked beneath her skirt, too, knowing I would find out before the evening had ended. "You may leave the socks on, pet, and you may put your shoes back on." I knelt before her, in the 'at rest' position, while she locked my collar on. I then asked, "Would Mistress prefer that her slave prepare anything special for dinner?"

"You are off the hook tonight, slut. Allyson has invited us over for dinner at her house tonight. She has the second piece of bondage furniture I was going to show you tonight. It is a little bulky, so we decided it would be better to demonstrate it there. Since we are not going anywhere afterwards, we can walk tonight." Kelly connected her leash to her collar and gave it a slight tug, the signal I was to stand. 

When she opened the front door, I commented, "Ah, your slut doesn't mean to question the intent of her Mistress, but it is still daylight out and..." With my hand, and a wide grin, I made a sweeping motion from my head towards my feet to highlight my naked condition. She already knew this, of course. I assumed she was just playing with my mind and was tossing it back at her.

"Oh my, yes. I guess we need to cover you up." Grinning again, she opened the closet, removed my London Fog raincoat, and held it for me to put it on. I buttoned it and tied the belt around my waist. "I guess we have to dispense with the leash, too. The neighbors might begin to suspect something kinky is going on," she laughed. 

Ten minutes later we were knocking at Allyson's door. As expected, Sam opened the door. I guess I expected her to be naked, but she was wearing a short, sheer skirt and a fishnet bra. I immediately thought, "Wow, she looks good enough to eat."

"Sam, you may take kimmy's coat." Then she told me to leave my shoes by the door. We followed Sam to the dining room where Allyson was waiting. She was fully dressed. I knew I would be the only one dining naked. Other than that, it was a 'normal' dinner with friends.

Kelly and Allyson retired to the den while I helped Sam with clearing the table and washing the dishes. We then poured four glasses of wine and joined our mistresses, serving their wine from a kneeling position. Their feet were resting on what I would consider a footstool, except that, unlike most footstools, it was fully enclosed and about five feet long. I assumed it also served as a storage box. Initially, I did not notice the four eyebolts about equidistant apart on the upper parts of the longer sides. Sam remained knelt next to them and were invited to join in their conversation. 

Eventually, Sam and I were sent to refill the wine glasses, but when we returned, I was told to set mine on the end table because, as Kelly said, "I wouldn't be able to drink it for a while." Kelly then said, "Sam, I brought kimmy over to experience your punishment box before I have one made. Would you like to help her into it?"

"It would be my honor, Miss Kelly. It will be great to see what I must have looked like in it," she laughed.

Sam opened the hinged lid of the 'footstool,' which I will now call a box, and removed a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. She buckled them on me, with the ankle cuffs over my socks. Once I was instructed to sit in the box, she used carabiners to attach my ankle cuffs to eyebolts on the inside at the bottom at one end. Another set of carabiners were used to attach my wrist cuffs to the sides close to the center and at the top. My body wasn't flat in the box, however. It wasn't long enough. My legs were bent, and my knees were almost as high as the lid. When I first started to get in, I thought they would simply close the lid and I would be trapped inside. That scared me and I almost used my safe word. However, as I leaned against the end, I realized that would not be possible because my head was higher than the side of the box. I turned and watched Sam remove a rectangular section of the lid that was at the end next to my head. Actually, there were two sections. One was a circle. Half the circle had been part of the rectangle and the other half had been part of the remainder of the lid. When Sam lowered the lid, and replaced the rectangular piece, my neck was captured in the circle and only my head remained above the lid. My body was enclosed in the box. Spring loaded catch latches attached to the side and top insured I would not be able to push the lid open with my shoulders.

"As you can imagine, little one," Kelly started to explain, "Being in there for several hours could be punishment enough for a recalcitrant sub. But there are a multitude of other things we could do to have fun with you while you are in this box. Think what it would be like if we had put a vibrator in you. The only thing we will do this time is blindfold you and show you one of the great things we like to do.

Sam slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and for the next half hour all three of them sat on the lid and 'forced' me to eat their pussies. 

I was finally released and permitted to stretch for a few minutes. All three of them hugged and kissed me while we discussed my feelings about being in the box. Soon Kelly announced that it was time to demonstrate the other function of the punishment box. Sam had not replaced the circle and rectangle when she closed the lid. I knelt on top of the box while they attached my wrist and ankle cuffs to the eyebolts on the sides. Kelly put a bell in my hand. "We may not be able to hear you if you safe word, pet. Just drop this bell instead and we will immediately release you." Following her instructions, I leaned forward and put my head in the box and Sam replaced the rectangle, trapping my head inside. I hope you can picture my position; kneeling, ass high in the air, with my head in the dark box. It was a perfect position for whatever they wanted to do to me. Hands moved over my naked body, squeezing breasts and nipples, lightly smacking my ass, and, playing with my pussy. I was dripping when, finally, a set of fingers plunged into my cunt and another set started playing with my clit. Needless to say, I quickly, and violently climaxed. 

After I was released a second time, Kelly explained that the position I was in was excellent for spanking or caning. I knew I didn't want to experience that anytime soon.

By then it was late. We said our goodbyes, went home and directly to bed. 

Friday morning at home was routine, as was my day at work. When I approached Kelly, to ask for her collar, however, I knew we were going out for the evening. Kelly was wearing a white maxi skirt with black trim. The left side was split to midthigh and her top was a matching peasant style, cropped, worn off shoulder. She was also wearing black, knee high boots with stiletto heels.

"Lisa's is having a 'Harem Night' party, little one. All the members are dressing up as goddesses and their slaves. Mistresses will be wearing long gowns and slaves will be wearing shorter togas. I have ordered something different for you. I opened the small box she handed me and was surprised at what it contained. Kelly called it a harem jumpsuit. The pants were split from ankle to waist with only a Velcro tab holding it together at the knee. The upper half consisted of two panels, fully open at the sides, held up by spaghetti straps. A gold belt and white sandals completed the outfit. Even though I felt overexposed, the brevity of the costumes that others wore, made mine sexy but demure. Well, you couldn't see my tits or cunt. Laugh.

We dined and dance the evening away. Twice the band played what has become my favorite song since meeting Kelly: "Love Changes Everything." When not dancing we spent the evening talking about our time together. Since we both had had several drinks, it was understood that there would be no D&S play once we got home. Kelly said that Saturday was going to be a very busy day. 


"May I ask what we will be doing, Mistress."


"We are going to the Faire, my dear."

After Kelly locked a cuff and chain to my left ankle then attached the chain to the foot of the bed, we fell asleep in the position I loved; lying on my side, hand gripping the breast of my mistress.

[hirarandi]

I awakened Saturday morning alone in bed, glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was after ten. My ankle cuff was still attached to the foot of the bed. I had to pee. "Mistress Kelly!" I called. I soon heard footsteps.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." I expected Kelly, of course, so was somewhat surprised to see Sam, naked, except for the ever-present collar, walking through the doorway.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" 

"You didn't know it, but we were supposed to go pick up some costumes this morning, but..."

"Costumes?" I interrupted.

"Yes, for the Renaissance Faire. Miss Kelly said she mentioned it to you. I'm not permitted to say anything else. Now, as I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted me, Miss Kelly knew how exhausted you were, so she decided to let you sleep. Miss Kelly and Mistress Allyson are selecting our costumes without us. It doesn't matter because we wouldn't have had much choice about what we are going to wear anyhow." This comment was said in jest, but we both knew it was true. "Personally, I'd rather be here with you. Now, what can I do for you, sleeping beauty?"

"I have to pee. Can you unlock the chain, Sam?"

"Actually, that is why I am here. Miss Kelly didn't want you to be alone since you were still chained to the bed. I was given permission to free you so you can perform your morning ritual, then we are to prepare breakfast. And you must remember to address me properly, kimmy, or I will be obligated to inform Miss Kelly." 

"I forgot. Miss Samantha. I am sorry."

"That is OK, Kimmy. You are still learning. Sam is OK, when you are not under my control."

Sam stayed with me in the bathroom and talked to me while I performed my absolutions and showered. I joked with her about how sensitive I used to be when anyone saw me naked. I even avoided the community showers in the girls' locker room at college. Now it almost seemed like the normal thing to do. After I dried off, she locked my leather collar and cuffs back on.

Sam sat the table for four places, as Kelly had directed, while I mixed the ingredients for omelets and sliced fruit. We finished our preparations just as Allyson and Kelly returned, so I immediately started cooking the omelets. After we ate, Sam and I cleaned the table and the kitchen. Soon, Kelly advised us that it was time to dress. Sam and I would first assist one another, then our mistresses.

When Kelly first mentioned that we were going to attend the Renaissance Faire this weekend, I commented that I had seen advertisements about it, but thought it was to start the next weekend. The Faire was quite elaborate, as I had learned. It was started as a one-shot affair twenty years earlier by a group interested in the "Middle Ages." It went so well they purchased a section of land several miles outside of town and built a permanent village like what one might expect to see in "Merry Olde England." Several thousand people now work as residents, shopkeepers, etc., for eight weekends each year to create the realism of the era and nearly and nearly one quarter of a million attend each season. To explain my confusion on the date, Kelly explained that each year the Faire held a "private weekend" prior to the actual opening for select groups that were involved in D/s. She said The Venus Coitre was one of those invited groups. She also they had purchased tickets for the four of us to the daily Medieval Banquet that was held mid-afternoon. The park closed at dusk. 

The "costumes," our mistresses had selected for Sam and me were off-white, short sleeve, floor length Victorian style dresses, complete with waist-nipping underbust corsets. I could see that these corsets were very period specific, unlike the one I had purchased at the Foundation store. They closed with a busk in the front and laced up the back. Steel boning replaced the whale boning that would have been used during that period of history. Kelly insisted mine had to be laced as tight as possible. I had more of an "hour glass figure," when Sam finished, than with my own corset and I could barely breathe. I returned the "favor" when it was Sam's turn to dress, of course. The underbust style, by definition, did not cover our breasts. As one might expect, the dresses had bodices with scoop necklines that exposed the upper portion of our breasts. 

When I mentioned that my dress and Sam's looked a little shabby, Kelly remarked, "That's all a servant in the middle ages could afford, my pet. We wanted you to look authentic." Ribbons replaced garters to hold our white cotton stockings high on our thighs. Since we were poor waifs, our mistresses had decided that we could not even afford undergarments other than the corsets. Personally, I thought bloomers would be less expensive than the corsets, but who was I to question my mistress. 

Completing the style were black, flat-style shoes that were held on with laces tied around the ankle. Our collars were not age authentic, but they completed our costumes. I would have felt naked without mine, and knew Sam felt the same. I assumed they replaced a ribbon that a girl would have worn back then.

Kelly's and Allyson's costumes were like ours except that theirs, in colored satin, blue for Kelly and red for Allison, were more in line with ladies of aristocracy, as compared to the pale cotton Sam and I wore. Their corsets had full bras and were not laced nearly as tight. In addition, the bodice of the dresses had high, lace necklines and they wore Victorian style camisoles and bloomers. They also had petticoats but decided not to wear them because they would be too warm. Wide brim hats completed their outfits while we wore the caps of a maid.

Before we left the house, Kelly removed my collar and Allyson removed Sam's, "because we were going to be in public," they said.

I was amazed at the facilities when we entered the Faire site. The buildings were very representative of what I had seen in pictures and movies of the Shakespearean era, and not mere facades. As we walked around, I felt as though I had been transported four hundred years back in time. As promised, the "residents" and shopkeepers' accents and demeanor made one feel that one might see the Bard himself walking around the corner at any moment. 

Even though Kelly had told me that I would see all variations of D/s, I was surprised when I saw a male leading another male down the street at the end of a leash. Then, just around the corner, a female had a half-naked male on his knees and was verbally admonishing him. This, of course, wasn't typical of the middle ages. At least I don't think it was. Maybe I need to break out my history books again. Seeing these displays of "submission," made me wonder why Kelly and Allyson was worried about us wearing our collars in public. 

Dinner was certainly different. The utensils we used were unusual, and fingers were required more often than not. After eating, we strolled through more of the village and through the shops. Walking down the street, I heard a woman behind me shouting loudly. When I turned, I saw that she was pointing and running towards me. "There she is, sheriff! That's her!"

The woman accompanying her was wearing an oversized badge that had the word Sheriff written across it. She approached me and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, but Edna, here, says you lifted a bracelet from her shop." I was shocked and vehemently denied her allegation. My three companions agreed, after which she said, "Then you don't mind if I search you."

"That depends on what you want to search," I joked.

"I saw her put it in her right pocket," stated the woman emphatically.

"Then we should begin with your pockets," the sheriff said.

"I didn't even know my dress had pockets," I replied, smiling. The smile quickly left my face when I slid my hand inside the right pocket and felt something. When I removed my hand, I was holding a bracelet.

"See, sheriff, that's the bracelet I described to you," the woman said.

"Ma'am, I am going to have to take you in.After I was handcuffed with a pair of age-appropriate cuffs, Kelly asked, incredulously, "kimmy, how could you?"

"My Mistress, I swear I didn't take it."

"Oh, I believe you, kimmy, but you will need a good lawyer. Then to the sheriff she asked, "Where are you taking her?"

"We have a holding cell off the square just for situations like this. They happen every year," she answered. I was beginning to suspect something fishy was going on. Still, a tear ran down my cheek as she led me away and Kelly didn't follow. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Although the "jail" was also appropriate for the setting, I will admit to being quite scared when the door of the cell clanged shut. The extremely small room was dark and dank with a dirt floor. Adding to my humiliation, the sheriff did not remove the handcuffs.

About ten minutes later, the sheriff and another woman approached. "I am the solicitor your friends hired," the woman said.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied with some trepidation.

"Well, my name is Ms. Smythe. The judge is waiting. As soon as the sheriff takes down your personal information for the record, we will go to the courtroom. I must warn you that defendants are strictly forbidden to speak before the court. The judge today is very strict and could throw you in jail for contempt if you even mutter, so let me do all the talking." I acknowledged this fair warning.

The sheriff asked if I had any identification. When I replied, "No," she said I would need to have some delivered before I could be released. I knew Kelly would have it, so I was not worried. The sheriff wrote down the personal information I gave her and opened the door to the cell.

The female judge, wearing a powdered wig, was seated in the front of the courtroom when we entered. I immediately noticed the gallery was full of onlookers. I was led to the front, the charge was read, and the judge asked for my plea. I looked at my lawyer who replied, "Since my client was caught red-handed with the bracelet in her pocket, your honor, she pleads guilty."

"That's not true!" I screamed. "I did not steal it!"

The judge struck the bench with her gavel. "Silence, wench! I will not accept outbursts like that in my courtroom. Any more and I will charge you with contempt!"

"I'm sorry, but you are violating my constitutional rights!" I yelled.

The gavel struck again. "Silence I said! These are the middle ages. You have no constitutional rights. You are now in contempt. You will be sentenced immediately!"

"I warned you," my lawyer muttered. "She even gave you a second chance, much to my surprise, and you still screwed it up."

I quickly realized that this was a Kangaroo court and just for show. I almost laughed that I hadn't realized it earlier. There was no way that it could be anything else. 

Once my fear had dissipated somewhat, I sensed that the small room we were in had filled with more spectators. I looked around and saw that my "friends" were even there. The rapping of the judge's gavel brought me back from my detachment.

"You will look at me when I am talking to you, wench!"

"Huh?"

"I was asking if you wanted to apologize to Mrs. Smythe for stealing that bracelet, and to the court for your outburst."

She was trying to be so serious and I was now laughing on the setup. I decided to see what would happen if I did not play along. With a grin on my face I replied, "I will apologize to the court, but I did not steal that bracelet. How can I possibly apologize for something I didn't do?" 

"Your sentence will reflect the seriousness of your crime and your obvious failure to be contrite. One would think you would give the court your full attention during this phase of your trial. I expect a defendant to show some remorse and accept responsibility for her actions. Since you obviously will do neither, your sentence will be carried out immediately. You are to be divested of all clothing and taken to the town square where you will spend one hour chained to the carcan, followed by one hour on the wooden horse. Finally, because I found you in contempt of court, after you are released from the wooden horse, I sentence you to wear an iron yoke and leg irons until dusk. I will provide specifications to the smithy."

"But..."

The judge pointed her gavel at me and said, "One more word out of that mouth, wench and I will keep you in irons for twenty-four hours."

I looked at Kelly who simply shrugged her shoulders. It was obvious she did not intend to help me. Now I was somewhat miffed at her. No, I was extremely pissed.

Two women, badges pinned to their vests, immediately approached. The older one spoke, "The sheriff had to leave, dearie. We are her deputies and have been assigned to carry out your sentence. I am Mrs. Abernathy, and this is my assistant Mrs. Barnes."

I called to Kelly for help. She simply shrugged her shoulders once again and grinned. I then turned to Ms. Abernathy. "This really is a joke, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid not, my dear."

"But...," I began.

"You know that today the Faire is not open to the general public, don't you?" I nodded. "Then you must know that one of the conditions of entry was that you accepted anything that might happen."

"No! I didn't. My Mis... my friend bought my ticket for me. I didn't agree to anything."

"Well, that doesn't matter. The conditions were printed on the back of your ticket. You accepted them when you entered our village. Therefore, you are required to complete your sentence. You know what they say: 'Ignorance of the law is no excuse.'" Then the two of them started laughing. 'Cackling' would be a more appropriate word for the sound coming from their mouths. That pissed me off even more, if that were possible.

I opened my mouth to protest again but the deputy interrupted. "Come on, wench. We don't have all day. The judge said you had to get rid of those clothes to carry out your sentence. I'll remove the cuffs long enough for you to strip."

"What if I refuse?"

"Look, dearie. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I don't think you want the hard way. Now, do you want me to remove the cuffs so you can do it the easy way?"

"Yes, please." I replied meekly.

Extremely upset with the way Kelly was, basically ignoring me, I started to wonder if she was testing me. "I can play her game," I thought. "If she expects me to safe word out of this, she had better think again. I'll show her I can take it. The irresistible force has just met the immovable object."

I took a deep breath and started to remove my dress. I don't think a single person had left the gallery. I had been naked in front of a crowd in Lisa's, of course, but this was much different. I didn't need to look around the courtroom to see how many eyes were glaring at me. I could feel each pair eagerly waiting the most embarrassing moment of my life. I thought back about telling Sam how I was beginning to feel "normal" when naked in front of others. This is not what I had meant. 

When I removed the dress, a cacophony of whispers and jeers came from my audience because of my lack of undergarments, except for the corset, that is. The deputy had her own comments, "Ooh, look at her rings, Mildred. The judge was right, she really is a wench. Surprisingly this comment only increased my resolve to be brave. "They aren't going to get the best of this woman," I thought. I was now pleased I had been permitted to wear so few articles of clothing. Disrobing would be quicker, although I had to ask for assistance in unlacing the corset. However, as soon I mentioned this to Mrs. Abernathy, the judge rapped her gavel on the podium several times, saying, "Quiet in the courtroom." With a supercilious grin she announced, "Now that I see what the wench was wearing under her dress, I will change my sentence. I think her public will enjoy her punishment on the carcan more if she does not remove any more of her slutty clothes. However, she will be naked when riding the horse. Please continue with your assignment, Mrs. Abernathy."

"Gawd, I thought, "I'll really look like a slut going out there half clothed. Could my humiliation be any worse? 

Turning to her assistant, she said, "The yoke, Mildred." I watched Mildred walk to the wall and pick up what appeared to piece of wood about three feet long and an inch thick. When she returned, I saw that it had a large hole in the center and two small holes near the ends. Except for its shape, wide in the center and narrow at the ends, it looked like a set of stocks. While Mildred held one end of the yoke, Ms. Abernathy grasped the other end, released a hasp and pulled the yoke apart. I hadn't noticed that it was hinged on the end opposite the hasp. Following her instructions, I raised my hands while they lowered the instrument down over my head and wrists. When it was closed and a lock was slipped through the hasp, I realized that I was in a new form of bondage. Finally, Mildred knelt and locked a short chain around my ankles. "Do you think we should make use of that ring between her legs, Mildred?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. We definitely should." I watched dumbfounded as Ms. Abernathy tied the end of a rope to my clit ring. Seeing my ID tag, she exclaimed, "Oh, lookie here! This thing says our wench is someone's property. Well, now, we must not abuse her too much, must we?" More cackles, that I didn't appreciate, followed. A tug on the rope left no doubt that I was to follow. So, there I was, captive in the yoke, hobbled by the chain around my ankles, nearly naked, being led out of the courtroom to be paraded down the street to the public square. I was both embarrassed and even more pissed at the whole situation, although it didn't really matter. My fate was sealed, and Kelly wasn't doing a fucking thing to help me. 

Imagine my continued surprise when my escorts led me up a ramp and into a cage that sat on a wagon. "At least I don't have to walk to the square," I sarcastically thought. I did have to stand, though, because it was less than 2 feet square and about six feet high. As they paraded me through the streets of the town, I think every single person came out to watch and yell unkind superlatives at me.

In less than fifteen minutes, I was standing next to the carcan. Trust me when I say that I had never heard of a carcan before this point in my life. Kelly later told me that both my punishment devices were based on two at the Fortress at Louisbourg in Nova Scotia. She also told me that there are two types of carcans. One resembles a pillory or stocks. The other, like the one next to me, is a tall post with a large ring near the top. The person being punished is chained to this ring usually in some additional form of bondage and held up to public ridicule. The yoke was removed, my hands cuffed behind my back and an iron ring locked around my neck. The ring was connected to the carcan with a heavy chain. For the next hour, I was on display for an ever-changing group of people. Ok, I must admit that there was something sexually simulating about being on display in this manner. 

Two things continued to trouble me: First, I suddenly realized that there was a distinct possibility that someone from my company could walk by and would recognize me; secondly, I was staring at my other nemesis, "the horse", only ten feet away. My "guides" had pointed it out to me. It was made of wood, about six feet long, built in the shape of a carpenter's horse. Only, in this case, the top was about five feet off the ground and was pointed at the top, rather than flat. I could already feel that point cutting into my pussy. I was positive I wouldn't be able to sit on it for an hour. One thing made me chuckle inside: I couldn't believe that they had put a wooden head on it that made it resemble a horse. Later, Kelly showed me pictures of the ones at Louisbourg that she had taken during a vacation. The devices in the square were exactly like them. 

[hirarandi]

As the adage goes, "Time flies when you are having fun." Before I knew it, Ms. Abernathy and Mildred were standing beside me again. "Are we enjoying ourselves, my little wench?" Mildred asked.

"I don't know about you two, but this part of 'we' sure as hell isn't," I replied, attempting to portray the brave soul that I was attempting to be. 

It was almost as if she had anticipated my smart-ass reply. "Mildred, I think our wench has said just about enough. I'm tired of listening to her blabber. Gag her!"

With a supercilious grin on her face, Mildred pulled a ball gag from a cloth bag that was hanging from her shoulder like a purse. "Open wide, dearie," she ordered while placing the ball against my lips. I refused by pressing my lips tighter together and moving my head back and forth. My resistance was short-lived, however. Ms. Abernathy quickly grasped my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. By squeezing and twisting them hard, she extracted the desired, automatic, scream from my lips. Mildred's ball filled the void occupied only by sounds. Attached straps were tied behind my head, holding the undesired, and awful tasting, sphere in place. Mrs. Abernathy knelt and removed the chain from one of my leg irons. Then she removed the remainder of my clothing.

Mildred placed a small platform, with steps, next to the horse. Realizing resistance was futile, I mounted my wooden steed. Two large, rectangular pieces of wood were nailed to the legs on the sides of the "horse" forming its body. The bottom edges were about two feet off the ground and about three feet apart. I realized that this separation would help keep me from falling off. As I mentioned, the top edges met to form a point. It wasn't a true point, but a slightly rounded surface about an inch wide. Either way, I immediately felt its effect as soon as I lowered my pussy against it. When the small platform was removed, I knew that I would have no way to raise up and relieve the pressure. Finally, Mildred locked the chain to my free ankle again so I could not lift my feet to hug the sides of the horse with my legs. To add insult to injury, she attached heavy weights to the chain to pull my body tighter onto the apex.

As the pain between my legs increased exponentially with time, tears flowed down my cheeks and dropped onto my naked breasts to mix with the saliva dripping from my mouth. I glanced around the square noticing that the audience witnessing the execution of my sentence had grown much larger. I almost missed seeing Kelly. She was standing next to Allyson and Sam, of course. When our eyes met, she mouthed the words, "I love you!"

Had I not been gagged, I would have screamed at her in reply, "Then how the fuck could you let them do this to me?" and would not have added the required "Mistress." I guess it was in my best interest that I couldn't speak. Once again, I had to use all my willpower to avoid using my safe word or humming. I would show her how strong I was. For a brief moment I even wondered if I wanted to continue with our contract.

This time the clock seemed to stand still. I was sure my hour had passed, plus some, when Mildred approached and said, "You will be pleased to know you only have another twenty minutes and your sentence will be complete, wench." Only the ball gag kept me from screaming every obscenity at her that I ever learned and some I didn't realize I knew. I already knew I was being split in half. Unless one has personally experienced this type of pain, they cannot possibly say, "I know how you feel." Male or female, to have your entire weight pressing down on your crotch for an hour is cruel and unusual punishment. And to a female's tender pussy lips, it has to be even worse. In my case I guessed that twenty additional pounds were added by the weights tied to my ankles.

The copious flow of tears had the natural effect of causing a liberal flow of mucus from my nose. These sources of liquid then combined with the saliva seeping around the ball gag. The resulting mixture dripped from my jaw onto my breasts, and down over my abdomen I couldn't do a thing to stop it and was as embarrassed as much as I was pissed.

I assumed my punishment was finally over when my torturers removed the cuffs and chains from my wrists and legs, lifted me from my steed, and helped me off the platform and removed the gag. I didn't realize how weak my legs were until I collapsed flat on my face onto the dirt street. 

I had completely forgotten the additional sentence for contempt. I had no concept of the Middle Ages definition of "being in irons." My education was greatly enhanced after Mildred led me to the blacksmith shop. Upon entering, she picked up two large pieces of flat iron bar. Each had three semi circles formed into it. I immediately realized it resembled the wooden yoke I wore earlier. Following Mildred's instructions, I raised my wrists to the outside of my shoulders and waited while they fitted the bar in place. It was much heavier than its wooden counterpart. Locks were slipped through holes in the metal outside my wrists making the device impossible to remove.

I shouldn't have been surprised, that the blacksmith was female. She picked up a set of metal semi circles that were connected by a chain about a foot long. One of these semi circles was placed on an anvil to my left. As instructed, I set on a stool next to the anvil and put my ankle against the semi-circle. I watched closely, with concern, as the blacksmith slipped a tab on the edge of a second semi-circle into a corresponding slot in the inside of the one on the anvil and closed it over my ankle. I must admit that I was scared stiff as I watched her remove a white-hot rivet from the forge and insert it through two holes in the flat, outer edges of the two semi-circles. After she smashed the rivet in place with a large mallet, water was poured over the rivet to cool it. My other ankle was similarly encased. I couldn't believe I'd have to wear these irons for the rest of the day. They were at least half an inch thick and more than two inches wide. I knew their weight would become more and more noticeable over time. The short chain would make walking difficult.

I had been focusing so intently on what was happening to me, I didn't realize we had another audience until Mildred loudly exclaimed, "Who claims ownership of this wench." 

Kelly stepped forward with Allyson, "I do."

"Completing the order of the court, I release her into your hands. Have her back here at dusk and we will remove the irons."

Kelly grasped one arm, and Allyson the other, to help me to stand. "You are a real mess, little one," exclaimed Kelly. I looked in the direction her eyes were staring and saw that dirt and dust had mixed with the bodily fluids that were covering me when I fell. "Actually, you look like a pitiful waif, kimmy. I was going to let you put your dress back on, but I don't want to mess it up. Besides, it would be a little difficult with your new irons," Kelly continued.

For the first time since meeting her, I put my mouth in gear before engaging my brain.

"What fucking difference would it make? I'm sure everyone here has already seen me naked!"

Kelly stared at me for a few seconds before saying, "I think you forgot something slut!"

"Oh, yea, I guess I did: MISTRESS!" I screamed.

She turned to Allyson and said, "I must apologize for my pet, Allyson. She seems to have developed an attitude."

Before Allyson could say anything, I blurted out another unwelcome comment. "Attitude? Why shouldn't I have a fucking attitude? I was the one they put on display and the one who had to suffer on that fucking horse for no fucking reason at all. These stupid, fucking irons are the straw that broke the camel's back. And you stood by and let them fucking do it!" I then added in a contemptuous tone, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot again: MISTRESS!"

"I owe my slave no explanation for any action or inaction I may take during her servitude. However, because of certain feelings I have for her, I will explain this one time and one time only. I was going to tell you when we got home anyhow. To begin with, I did not LET them do anything. This whole scene was planned and scripted several months ago. Your name was added to the script last week. That bracelet was in your pocket before we left home."

"I... I don't understand, Mistress, I commented. This time my attitude was somewhat meek.

"You don't need to understand, pet. You simply need to trust your Mistress. She would never do anything to permanently injure you. When we discussed your submission, I indicated that I would have to determine your limits. I cannot be expected to do that without experimenting. 

"I have been watching your reactions for the past two hours. They were exactly as I expected. Can you deny the fact that you were turned on by this whole scene?" I reluctantly admitted she was correct. While the scene was embarrassing and humiliating, it did enable me to be naked in public without worrying about societal repercussions. And although I felt like I was being split in two while on the horse, and my pussy still ached, I was still secreting juices. Even being put in irons was somehow sexually exciting. Yes, I was turned on. 

When I started crying, while incessantly blabbering, "I'm sorry, Mistress," Kelly took me into her arms, disregarding my dirt-covered front, and hugged me tightly.

"Not to worry, pet. You actually made me proud! I did expect you to use your safe word. Mildred knew what it was and was ready to release you when you did."

I managed to blurt out, "Thank you, Mistress."

Once my sniveling died down, Kelly wiped my nose with a handkerchief. She then pulled a piece of paper from her purse and held it up for me to see. "You will be pleased to know that your bank account will be fatter as a result of your suffering." The piece of paper was a Renaissance Faire check in the amount of eleven hundred dollars.

"Mistress," I commented, "You definitely have a knack of confusing your slave. Why is this check made out to me?"

"It's a payment for services rendered, silly." She then went on to explain that each year, the Faire hires two women to be publicly tried and punished for some 'crime.' "The punishment is a little more revealing during the private day, of course. Your pay is double what they otherwise pay," she explained. This year Kelly had submitted my name for both positions for the private day. "I talked to the Faire committee and volunteered you for this scene. To make things more realistic I had to agree that you would not be informed of your 'employment.' You were paid one hundred dollars for the court scene and one thousand for the public punishment and for wearing the irons. "I said that I thought the committee had taken a big chance. What if I were someone who would sue them? Kelly simply said that they knew I wouldn't, and I didn't need to know the reason why.

I apologized for my explosive reactions. Kelly then added, "Don't apologize, pet. I would have been disappointed if you had reacted in any other way. I do want you to know, however, that they also wanted a 'volunteer' to be publicly whipped. I could have put your name in for that too. No one accepted the position. You could have earned another thousand dollars." I thanked her for her consideration since I did not need the money. I added the comment about the money knowing the choice was not mine but asked her why she passed on the whipping. "The scene is rather heavy, pet. They only get a subject about once every three or four years. Besides," she added, "no one outside of our little group will ever have the privilege of seeing a slave of mine being whipped. That being said, you know you will be punished as soon as we get home because of that display of bad attitude, even though it was expected."

"Yes, ma'am, I know."

As we wondered around the lot for the next few hours, I could feel every single set of eyes looking at me. I was totally naked, wearing the heavy irons, and still covered with dirt. Numerous onlookers pointed at me and laughed. Finally, at the assigned time, we returned to the blacksmith to get the irons removed. I was glad to get rid of their heavy burden.

I knelt while Kelly locked my collar on and connected the leash. I had not noticed that Sam was wearing hers. Allyson had locked it on her just before the trial. "Let's get moving, pet. As you already know, I believe punishment should be doled out as soon as possible after being earned." I followed the three of them out of the park still naked and at the end of my leash. We parked in the garage and went into the house, Kelly asked Allyson if Sam could remain with us until morning. I think this was prearranged because Allyson agreed immediately and didn't question Kelly's motive for asking.

Once inside the house, Sam was instructed to "wash off the residue of my escapade," meaning the mixture of tears, saliva and dirt that decorated the front of my body. Much to my dismay, Sam understood the directive, but I didn't. After she removed all her clothes, I was marched out to the patio where I she uncoiled the garden hose and turned on the water. I screamed as the torrent of cold water hit and cascaded over my body. Sam permitted me to "drip dry" for several minutes.

Kelly was sitting on the sofa when we returned to the den. She tossed a towel to Sam, instructing her to wipe the remaining moisture off me. I was ordered to kneel on the coffee table which, I noticed, Kelly had covered with a beach towel. A pillow had been placed at one end. With Sam assisting me because of the short chain that had been added to my cuffs, I leaned forward and rested my chin on the pillow.

My captors worked quickly as a team binding me to the table. Another set of cuffs were buckled around my legs just above my knees. A rope was tied to one of these cuffs and passed under the table. They then pulled my knees as wide apart as the table would permit and tied the loose end of the rope to the other cuff, preventing me from moving my legs closer together. Kelly placed a pillow on the table and told me to put my forehead on it. 

After insuring the integrity of my bonds, Kelly knelt before me. "Do you understand why you are being punished, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress, I do."

"Tell me then, pet?"

"I spoke unkindly to my Mistress and in a harsh voice."

"Even more than that, little one, your outburst was precipitated by the simple fact that you forgot to trust your Mistress. You must always remember that, while you belong to her she will never permit real harm to happen to you."

"I know that, ma'am. I am sorry for my childish behavior. I will do my best to not repeat it."

"I am sure of that, pet, especially when your punishment is completed. Just so you know, if I were in the same situation, my reaction would probably been the same as yours. Nevertheless, that does not excuse or mitigate your irresponsible behavior."

"Yes, ma'am! I understand."

"Sam, the cane please!"

Kelly held the instrument where I could see it. It was a white plastic rod, attached to a handle and about three feet long. "This is a modern style cane, pet. The web site where I buy my gear grades its whips in their ability to create pain from mild to very severe. This is classified as severe. I am sure you will agree with that assessment before I am finished. I realized it was very similar to the one she had used on Sam and I am sure she was just reminding me of its nature.

"In order to prevent my passions getting in the way when using the cane, you don't get to use the punishment slips. I decide the number of strokes by rolling a pair of dice. I then add the two numbers to determine the total strokes. You could receive as few as two or many as twelve." Sam handed Kelly the dice and I watched closely as she rolled the little white cubes on the floor.

The dice were not in a position where I could see them, but Kelly said she rolled a two and a four. That meant I would get six strokes. "It could have been worse," I thought as Kelly stood and moved behind me. She carefully measured her position by placing the wicked instrument against my butt.

I heard the "swish" of the instrument as Kelly swung it through the air, probably loosening her arm. I figured she was also doing it to keep me from tensing my muscles before it finally connected with my ass. 

The next sensation I felt was two hands grasping my hips and a pair of lips on my pussy. I couldn't tell if the lips belonged to Kelly or Sam. At this point, it didn't matter that the cane never connected, and I didn't care. I gasped when the lips were replaced by fingers penetrating my hole. The words, "Oh dear, my pet, you are absolutely dripping," settled the question of who was the owner of the fingers. If there were any doubt, it disappeared when Kelly offered her fingers to my mouth. I gleefully sucked my juices from them, and was overjoyed when she told Sam to "take care of my slut's problem." Sam had to have been anticipating Kelly's order, because her hands immediately grasped my legs and her tongue merged with my dripping pussy. 

Kelly knelt in front of me, grasped my cheeks in her hands and said, "I could never punish you for reacting to something that heavy, especially when I arranged and permitted it, pet. I would have had the same reaction. I just wanted you to know what will happen if you ever react like that in the future. Please remember that I love you, and trust that I will always have your back." She leaned forward and passionately kissed me while Sam continued lick my juices. Kelly fucked my mouth with her tongue while my fellow submissive tongued me from anus to vagina, taking time to fuck both holes with her oral muscle. I kept moving my hips, as much as my bonds permitted, attempting to move my clit to her tongue, but she continually frustrated my actions. However, when she finally sucked on that little bud, I exploded.

I must have passed out because the next thing I remember is I was lying face up on the carpet. Kelly and Sam were sitting on the sofa grinning at me like two Cheshire cats. "I think my pet is back with us again Sam." I am still positive that a woman cannot pass out as the result of an orgasm. 

Kelly announced that it was time to retire. In the bedroom, the chain attached to the foot of the bed was locked to the chain connecting my ankle cuffs. I wanted to lay on my side, but Kelly said I had to lay on my back. Kelly was on one side of me and Sam on the other. Each grasped one of my breasts and we fell asleep. . 

Sunday was literally a day of rest; well sort of. Sam left after breakfast. Kelly and I lounged around the house as would any normal couple, except, of course, we weren't really normal. I wore my collar and cuffs and performed spontaneous duties as Kelly's slave. At one point I, "I wonder what our life will be like in the future, Mistress." Kelly replied, "It is interesting that you speak of the future, pet. Your trial period is only half over but I have been thinking about asking you to make an early decision to make our relationship permanent, rather than simply extending it for a year. Our group holds an annual picnic. This year's will be next weekend. We perform a special ceremony as part of the picnic when a Mistress has a new sub. I'd like to schedule one for us during that picnic. If you want to stay, that is." I started to reply but she stopped me. "No, I will not accept an answer tonight. Our emotions are too high. Tomorrow, when you get home from work, I will ask for your decision. That will give us until Saturday to write and agree on a new contract. If you decide in the negative, I promise we will always be friends. Can you agree to that?"

"Yes, ma'am, I definitely can."

[hirarandi]

My clothes for work on Monday consisted of a fitted white blouse, pale blue jacket, matching blue and white pleated skirt, black thigh highs and high heels. I received numerous compliments. If they only knew what I wasn't wearing. 

Kelly will be surprised if I give her the document showing I had made a decision on continuing our contract even before she had asked me to advance my decision. I mulled over my decision all day, since I the answer I would give her after work would be permanent, not a one-year extension. Ok, other than the time frame, it sounds contradictory to be ,.ng it over when I had made a decision. That's just me. I imagine many a new bride thought about her decision up to the last minute when it got close to her wedding day. Regardless, when I wasn't lecturing my mind was consumed by the idea of being permanently owned by Kelly.

The pain, embarrassment and humiliation she had permitted at the fair were severe, but, as we later discussed, that was a final test of my limits. She promised she would never do anything like that again. Beyond any doubt, I knew deep down that she would never cause lasting or permanent injury to my body. She brought out my masochist personality and showed me what it was like to be loved by a woman. Kelly loves me as much as I love her, and that love is real. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Many of you will say that two weeks is not enough time to fall in love. That's bull. I really feel that I fell in love with her soon after I first saw her at Lisa's i have felt more wanted in the past two weeks with Kelly than with anyone in my entire life, outside of my family. 

I arrived home and, as usual, removed my clothes in the foyer. Ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and collar were waiting for me on the table. Following the written instructions Kelly had provided, I locked the cuffs on and crawled to the den holding the buckle of the collar between my teeth. I sensed a deep admiration and truly felt her love as Kelly watched me approach, attain position, and present the collar. I waited patiently while she locked it around my neck. "Well, little one, since you are presenting yourself before me as my slave would, may I assume your decision is yes?"

"Mistress, whether my decision was 'yes' or 'no,' I would be here before you as your slave because my initial contract is not complete."

"Since you have, again, succinctly stated the obvious, you force me to ask for your decision." 

"Mistress, I would like to reveal my decision in a manner other than verbally. To do so, may I have your permission to get a paper from my purse."

"You intrigue me, pet. Yes, please get whatever you need." I crawled to the foyer, removed a sheet of paper from my purse, returned, knelt, and handed it to her. It was a certificate showing that I had already registered online as her slave the previous Friday:

Slave Ownership and Registration Certificate 

This is to certify that the registrant with number xxx-xxx-xxx, currently known as "Slave kimmy," is registered in as an owned slave; and that the registrant's owner is declared to be Mistress Kelly; and that the registrant has been owned by Mistress Kelly since the 4th day of May 2013.

The registration number xxx-xxx-xxx was issued on the 17 May 2013. This certificate was issued on 17 May 2013. 

A barcode specific to this registration was printed at the bottom of the page.

"I hope Mistress is not displeased that her slave took the liberty of registering her ownership. I found this web site and just could not resist. As you can see, they even provide a bar code that can be tattooed onto a slave for future identification purposes. Your slave must also admit that she registered last Friday before you asked her for an early decision."

Kelly's answer was initially wordless. She dropped to her knees in front of me, took me into her arms and kissed me deeply. Finally, she pulled back and exclaimed, "No, kimmy, your Mistress is not displeased at all. In fact, she is overjoyed. She did not even know this web site existed and is proud that you took the initiative to register. Nevertheless, she should be pissed that you didn't tell her about this when she asked you if you would make an early decision." 

"But, My Mistress, I started to tell you yesterday, but you stopped me and said, "No, I will not accept an answer tonight."

"You are right, again, kimmy. Just remember rule number two."

We laughed together because she was using those oft cited rules: Rule 1. Your Mistress is never wrong. Rule 2. When your Mistress is wrong, rule 1 applies.

"Damn, pet, I just don't know what to do with you!"

"Is Mistress displeased with her slave because of something her slave did?"

"Displeased? Not at all! It's just that you should be getting spanked for hiding this from me all weekend," she remarked, waving my certificate in the air, but I just can't because it was such a sweet thing to do for us."

"But, Mistress, you must. I would feel my evening was incomplete if you neglected to spank me for not telling you sooner." Kelly smiled, sat on the sofa, and patted her lap. I needed no additional invitation. I lay over her legs for quite a while as she slowly stroked my butt with her hand. I prepared supper with my cuffs connected by short chains and my ass properly covered with her handprints.

I sat beside Kelly at the table. She handed me a new contract, explaining once again that she felt that our current one was not sufficient for a permanent relationship. "One of the Venus Coterie members is a lawyer and had prepared an extensive contract to be used by members. We decided to call it a compact, rather than a contract. The terms are basically synonymous, but we just like the name compact more." She explained. "As our membership grew, we knew we wanted to insure submissive members were protected from any harm even though we vet every member. We spent most of our time during the meal discussing many of the terms of the compact. 

One major clause that jumped out at me was one that said I had to put all of my assets into a revocable living trust. I felt this was unnecessary, but Kelly insisted. She said that one never knows what may happen. "We don't like to think about it, but accidents happen every day, especially on the highway. I relented. She asked who I wanted to have listed as beneficiaries. I felt it should be her with my nieces and nephews as contingent beneficiaries. She refused, saying she was financially secure and did not need anything. In addition, the control I was giving her over my life, could cause a court challenge of the trust. I finally agreed to only designate my nephews and nieces. 

We had quite a discussion when she informed me that she was also creating a trust and that I would be the sole beneficiary. I lost that argument. 

As it was written, I would agree to contribute to half our living expenses (the categories of expenses were specifically defined) and was responsible for my own personal expenses. "Mistress," I said, "I agree that I should share in the household expenses, but this doesn't say anything about you controlling my finances as you have for the past two weeks."

"I don't think that is really necessary, pet. I now know you are a very responsible person when it comes to money."

"Mistress, please! Don't laugh at me but having to ask you for permission to buy something just emphasizes my position as your slave. I shouldn't have unlimited access to my money. After much negotiation, she finally agreed to hold all my credit and debit cards, except for one that I would carry in case of emergency (The one that immediately sent a text message when it was used. Her phone would be used for the text.) I had to agree to an increase in my "allowance," and didn't have to account to her when I bought something with it." She still held my checkbook, but still refused to be a signatory on it, or any other account, and would insure that all my bills were paid on time.

As before, there was a provision that either of us could break the compact, but we had to confirm our desires before a committee of five other members (Three dominas and two submissives) to insure our differences were irreconcilable rather than we were, in the moment, simply pissed at one another 

We made a few other minor changes. She then said she would make the changes and reprint the compact on Tuesday. She then gave me the name of a female lawyer. "She is not a member of our society, but is familiar with the lifestyle, so she will give you an independent opinion of the terms. I want you to make an appointment with her to review the compact. She can answer questions have. Also, she will be able to prepare the trust for you. I am sure you don't think necessary, but it is important to me and the other members that you take this additional step before we sign it."

Kelly explained that the special ceremony that she wanted to schedule at the annual picnic on Saturday was a formal "collaring" ceremony. "Many BDSM and power exchange groups have their own collaring ceremony. The Venus Coterie created one for the use of their members. We will be confirming our agreement in front of all of the members. Even though she wouldn't give me any additional information, I, wanted to do it for her. I would, of course, float through the rest of the workweek wondering what the ceremony would be like. I asked Kelly, twice, but she would not reveal a single tidbit of information saying she wanted it to be a surprise. I even asked Sam, to no avail.

The rest of the evening was spent snuggling on the sofa while watching a new video. 

Kelly removed my cuffs when we went to bed leaving her collar and my ID tag as the only reminder of her ownership. We were so happy, we made love until the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted, she finally chained my collar to the bed. This redundant addition still felt good when she said, "I am never going to let you go, my pet. You are mine, forever." I'll have to decide where I am going to tattoo that barcode, though. I simply smiled. We soon fell asleep in one another's arms.

Tuesday morning Kelly added a new ritual for our morning routine and as part of my slave training. After our showers and assisting Kelly in dressing for the day, I, remaining naked, served Kelly a cup of tea in the den, where she would remain, reading the paper while I prepared our breakfast. (I was required to go outside to get the paper. Thankfully, she permitted me to wear a satin robe, although it was so short it barely covered my ass.) She then joined me at the table while we ate. Yes, the robe hung in the closet again. Only after I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, I would dress for work. On weekends I would remain naked or partly naked on the weekends. Kelly was beginning to enjoy having me wear nothing but a short skirt around the house. I liked it, too.

I was a little surprised when, after I poured her tea, Kelly advised me that she would be having scrambled eggs and hash-browns for breakfast, but I would only be eating chocolate-covered Cocoa Puffs. This was the first time she had me prepare something different for myself.

I should preface the next part with a description of the new breakfast table that was delivered the previous day. It was a rectangular, glass-top table that could seat six people, two on each side and one at each end, if desired, but only four chairs came with it. The glass was sturdy enough that it was only held up by four legs at the corners. When I arrived home from work and saw it, I remarked that I was surprised that she replaced the old table because was in good condition. "Oh, this is something I've thought about for quite a long time, pet. It will fulfill a fantasy."

I finished preparing breakfast, placed her plate and my bowl on the table and sat down. I wasn't permitted to begin eating until she was ready. She laid the paper down and looked at me with that grin that told me something was up. "Pet, we are going to change the way we enjoy our breakfast today. If I like the change, and I have no reason to believe I won't, it will often be a part of our dining routine at home. The change is you will not be eating at the table with me."

A disappointed look immediately spread across my face. "kimmy, I recommend you never play poker. It is impossible for you to hide your feelings. Listen to what I have to say before you judge. As I indicated, it will not be a daily routine, (well, some of it could be) but I am sure I will include it in our meals several times a week, primarily at breakfast, and am sure you will also enjoy it, once you realize how much you will be pleasing your Mistress."

"There are several parts to this, and I will instruct you in each part separately. First, when I permit you to eat at the table with me, you will always be naked from the waist down, at a minimum, and keep your legs spread so I can always see my cunt. That won't be much of a problem, though, since you are usually naked when home. However, if you aren't, you will always insure I can see my cunt without receiving specific instructions from me."

"Ah, the reason for the glass top," I thought, then replied, "I understand, Mistress," and immediately spread my legs wide.

"This morning, however, I want you to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. You will do this at breakfast any time I say that you will be eating cereal. For other meals I will simply state that you will not be dining at the table. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Oh, and these rules apply even if we have guests eating with us."

I gulped, knowing this was another form of humiliation. "Yes, ma'am."

"Well?" She stared at me waiting a moment before I realized that was an order to act. I picked up my bowl and spoon and knelt on the floor preparing to crawl under the table when she asked, "kimmy, what did I tell you to do?"

"You said I should eat my cereal under the table, ma'am," I replied somewhat confused.

"No, pet, I specifically said to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. I never said anything about a spoon."

Rebuked once again, I wondered if I would ever learn to listen close enough that I wouldn't miss things like that.

Even though I had eaten while on the floor before, I was embarrassed doing it under the table, knowing she was watching me through the table top. When I finished lapping the remaining milk from the bowl (I'd have to remember not to pour so much in the next time), she ordered me to relax in place. The table was just high enough that I could sit back on my heels, legs spread, hands on my legs, and watch my Mistress finish her breakfast. I didn't need to be told that I should be facing her. I was aroused by the simple fact that she could see me like this while she was eating her meal. We exchanged loving smiles each time she looked down.

Finally, she pushed her empty plates to the side. "Ok, slut, while it is not customary to have desert after breakfast, you may now enjoy some. Considering my position and watching her spread her legs, it didn't take a nuclear scientist to understand what my desert was to be. I carefully pushed her skirt up her legs while she lifted her hips and slid forward in the chair to make it easy for me to grasp her panties and pull them off.

I had performed this wonderful act of adoration and love many times under the table after a meal, but this was the first time she would be able to watch me. That knowledge added to my own excitement. My lips and tongue moved over her nether lips kissing and prodding in ways that I had learned would give her the greatest pleasure. She soon exploded in orgasm and pressed her sex into my face where I remained until she came back to earth. I, too, was in heaven knowing that I was the one who gave her that pleasure.

When she stood up, I was permitted to crawl from beneath the table and knelt with my fingers entwined behind me. She grasped my chin, bid me to rise then hugged and kissed me.

"That was wonderful, pet. I may make that a daily ritual after all."

"Your wish is my desire, and pleasure, Mistress." However, I was not permitted any relief.

My week at work was extremely busy. Kelly continued to select my clothes. Each day I wore a fitted white blouse, surprisingly with a bra, a skirt, thigh highs (or a g-belt and nylons) and heels. Other than the style and color of the skirt, only what I wore under it changed. On Tuesday I wore a thong. She called me just before lunch and ordered me to remove the garment (while sitting at my desk and still talking to her) and put it in a desk drawer. I carried it home in my purse.

Before we ended the call, I said, "Mistress, this morning I realized that I haven't called my sister Kassandra for nearly 3 weeks. May I have your permission to call her?"

"I remember you said that you try to call her every couple weeks, pet. You do need to keep in touch with your family. You do not need my permission to call her. What about your brother?"

"Oh, I only contact him about every six months. But, Mistress, I do need your permission this time because I...ah...want to tell her about us."

"Us, as in being lesbian lovers or Mistress/slave. You said you thought they might be shocked if they saw you submit to me."

"Well, I do not plan to tell my brother, and yes, my sister might be shocked about either revelation. She is my big sister, after all, and has been very protective of me since our parents died. I think she needs to know what is happening in my life, especially since we are making our relationship permanent."

"You have my permission to reveal anything you want to her, little one."

I rushed to the cafeteria and brought a take-out salad back to my office. I didn't know how much time I would need to talk to Kassandra and was pleased I didn't have anything scheduled after lunch.

My hands were shaking when I tapped Kassandra's name on my phone. It started to ring: 1..2..3..4. I was beginning to think all the wailing and gnashing of teeth was for naught when she answered. 

"Well, hello, there, little sister. I was beginning to get worried, thinking you had dropped off the ends of the earth."

"Hi Kassie. It has only been two weeks since we talked. I guess you could say I've been a little tied up." If she only knew.

"No, sister. It's been over three weeks. But that's OK, you're here now. I guess Jeff's been keeping you busy."

"Um... That's some of the news I wanted to tell you. I broke it off with him last month on his birthday."

"On his birthday? That's a tough one. What happened?" I gave her the details of how I wanted to surprise him then finding out he was cheating on me."

"To be honest, Kim, I never did like him. I always thought you deserved better. Truthfully, I don't recall liking any of the guys you dated. Maybe it was my maternal instincts, but you never really seemed to be happy with any of them. So, you're back on the market again."

"Not really, but I'll get to that in a minute. I got a new job and have moved."

"What???" I explained how I became Hunter's CIO. 

"That is fantastic. You deserve the best. Now, spill it. Why aren't you still on the market? You can't tell me you have found a new boyfriend already. You need to date around for a while after the way Jeff cheated on you, kiddo. Don't fall for the first dick that comes along and wants to screw you."

"Kassie!!"

"I'm serious, Kim. Go out with a few guys before you try to settle down again."

"Time to bite the bullet," I thought. "You were crude, I'll through it right back at you."

"I didn't fall for the first dick that came along, sister. It was the first pussy."

"OH, MY, GADW, Kimberly Ann. Are you saying what I think you are saying?"

"Well, Kassandra Marie, if you think I am saying that I am dating a woman, then you are hearing me correctly. And, furthermore, my dear sister, after only two weeks I can say that I am in love, and I am sure she loves me."

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There was silence on the line. I finally broke it. Kassie, are you upset with me.

"No, sis, I was trying to get my thoughts together. Truthfully, I am more excited than you can imagine. I am pleased you finally found your real self."

"Huh?"

"Kim, I always felt you preferred girls to boys."

"Why did you say that?"

"You always paid more attention to the female friends I would bring home. At times it seemed as though you wee fawning at their feet. At the same time, you virtually ignored the guys we would bring home.

"What is your girlfriend's name?"

"Kelly."

"How old is she?"

"Thirty-two."

"Shit Kim, she is two years older than I am and nine years older than you. Are you sure it's real? Did she just pick you up on the rebound?"

"I know this is all crazy, Kassie, but I am positive what I am feeling is real. I have never felt this way about anyone. Of course, the possibility of infatuation is always present, but I don't think so. Ok, I know that sounds contradictory, too." 

"How did you meet?" I told her about accidentally going into Lisa's, how Sam had introduced us, and how I fell for her, hook, line, and sinker. 

"And so, Kimmy dear, you let this older woman pick you up in a bar. She took you home with her and you fell in love. There has to be more to this story."

"Kassie, why did you just call me Kimmy? You haven't used that name in years."

"Come on, sis. It just came out. I used to tease you with that name all the time, because you hated it. What's the big deal?"

"That's the rest of the story, sis. Kelly uses Kimmy as my submissive name." There will be no use beating around the bush now.

"Oh Fuck! You have most assuredly found your real self, haven't you my dear sister???"

"You knew I was submissive, too, Kassie."

"Not in so many words, Kim. You never realized how I had you wrapped around my little finger. You would do absolutely anything I asked. I did love you, and still do, so I tried my best not to take advantage of your desire to please me; at least most of the time," she laughed. "When I had girlfriends over, you were always running to get us drinks, make popcorn, or anything else we wanted. There were one or two who wanted to milk your willingness to be our servant. I had to control their enthusiasm. Don't take me wrong, Kim. They all loved how sweet you were, and I did, too. I also noticed that when I brought a boyfriend home or when my friends also brought their boyfriends, you basically disappeared. 

At the same time, I always enjoyed watching you boss your big brother around. I did get the feeling that you liked girls a lot more than you liked guys but didn't think much more about it once you started dating guys. Also, back then, I didn't equate your desire to serve us to being submissive. Hell, I didn't know what submissive meant. I love you, Kim, and wouldn't want anyone else as a sister. Coming out to me doesn't change a thing. I wouldn't recommend telling Keith yet."

"I hadn't planned on telling him. He will find out someday. But I knew I had to tell you."

"Now, Kim, I think you should tell me how a lesbian relationship transformed into a dominant/submissive one." 

"Well, Kelly recognized both of those aspects in my personality almost immediately." I went on to explain how I fell under her spell and asked to wear her collar the same night we met. 

Without going into details, I told her about agreeing to a temporary M/s contract the following morning. And how I moved in with her. 

"Damn, little sister, I don't hear from you for three weeks and you call with all these surprises."

"I guess I have to spill all the beans, big sister." I went into detail how I had agreed to a permanent contact, most of the terms, and how Kelly would "own" and control my life. 

"Kim, now that worry's me. I don't want to sound like a cynic, but I guess I am. It sounds like she is taking you for a ride and only trying to get your money."

"I'm sorry, Kassie. I didn't mean it to sound that way. It will take more than this one phone call to explain everything, and I promise I will. There are two important aspects of our compact, that Kelly required, which prove her motives are honest. I am creating a trust for all my assets. She insisted that your kids and Keith's kids are to be the only beneficiaries. In addition, I will be the only beneficiary of a trust she is creating." 

"So, when is this collaring ceremony scheduled?"

"This Saturday, Kassie."

"And I wasn't invited."

"I'm sorry, sis. This all just happened yesterday. It would be fantastic if you could be here. 

"I don't think that will be possible. I hope you will accept that I will be there in spirit."

"Would you mind giving me Kelly's phone number, Kim?"

"Why"

"I'd like to get to know her a little. I promise I won't say anything that will hurt you. I just would like to know her a little better. I hope you don't mind. I did give her Kelly's number, but then called Kelly to let her know. She was pleased that I had. 

'I do have one more important piece of information to tell you."

"It's going to be hard to beat what you just told me."

I ended our conversation by telling her about my new CIO position at Hunter.

"I love you Kassie."

"I love you more, Kim. Good luck this weekend." 

Later that day, I called the lawyer Kelly recommended (her name was Brooke), made an appointment to meet Wednesday after work. That night Kelly and I reviewed the amended compact one more time. Neither of us saw a need for any more changes.

Kelly told me that Kassie had, in fact, called her earlier. "We had a very long talk. I learned a lot about my new slave, kimmy." She wouldn't reveal any specifics about the conversation other than to say, "Your sister is very protective of you, isn't she, pet?"

I admitted to that and asked what made her say that. "Well, pet, your sister said that I had better treat you right or my ass will be grass and she will become a lawn mower." We both laughed at that remark. It was typical Kassie.

"How old is she, kimmy?"

"Thirty Mistress. Our brother is thirty one."

"So, one year between your older siblings, then you come along seven years later."

"Yes, we think I was an accident." We both laughed.

On Wednesday I went without panties. Kelly attached a short chain and a small bell to my clit ring. The damn thing tinkled as I walked. I think I turned red every time someone commented on the sound and wondered aloud what its source might be. 

Sandra approached me in the lunchroom and whispered, "I'm looking forward to attending your bonding ceremony on Saturday, Kim." I should have realized she would know, but still had a shocked look on my face. Reacting to it, she smiled and said, "My Mistress told me you had agreed to be Kelly's permanent slave. I think it is fab that you will be one of us." She squeezed my hand and slithered off, but not before commenting on the sound of the bell. When I didn't reply she smiled that knowing smile (In case you forgot, Sandra is the warehouse manager who revealed her slave status to me).

My meeting with my Brooke went well. I learned that she was the majority partner in a four-person, all female, firm and that the staff was all female. She assured me that she had no conflict of interest when it came to my agreement with Kelly and affirmed that she was very familiar with the BDSM, D/s, lifestyle. I somehow got the feeling that she was the dominant person in a relationship with one of the other partners. 

She was familiar with the base compact of the Venus Coitre and agreed with the changes we made. She highly recommended that we add a list of BDSM activities to which we should both agree with a 'yes,' 'no,' or 'maybe.' Each 'maybe' would have to be discussed before we engaged in that act. She had found it to be quite helpful for other couples she knew. She had prepared an extensive list to be used as an addendum to a compact. When I concurred, she said she would email a 'fillable PDF' to Kelly to make it easy for us to complete. Kelly and I spent the evening going over each item. She added it to the compact when we finished.

By Friday morning I was riding on an endorphin high. Knowing I had a couple important meetings scheduled, Kelly insisted I wear my best power suit, with a blouse, thigh highs, and heels; no bra or panties. A "Y" chain connected my nipple rings and clit ring. 

While I had to concentrate on the contents of the meetings and some additional training, I knew that my mind would be speculating on Saturday's activities. Even during the first meeting I was positive that my female musk was drifting from beneath my skirt. At the same time, I prayed it was my imagination.

When I returned to my desk after that first meeting, I was surprised to see an email from Melissa in HR. She directed me to report to her office as soon as possible to discuss a matter of extreme importance. The tone of the message was one that would cause concern to anyone who received it. It was nearly lunch time, so I called to insure she was in. She indicated that she was about to leave for lunch, but this matter was so important we needed to discuss it immediately.

When I entered her office, Melissa, in a stern tone, ordered me to shut the door and take a seat. Before I could ask any questions, she said, "Kim, normally the personal life of an employee should not concern his or her employer." I nodded my head in agreement as she continued. "However, you have to agree that when the employee is a high-level manager or officer, their personal life can affect the image of the whole company."

My defensive mechanism engaged immediately, and I replied, "I fully agree, but what does that have to do with me?"

"I have recently heard some rumors about you that I find difficult to believe."

"What kind of rumors, Mel?" 

"That you are a... I'm not quite sure how to phrase this...living with another woman."

"That is correct. She is a very good friend. Many women have females as roommates. So what! That's not against any company rules or law." I said, forcefully.

"Well, in itself, that would not be a problem. After all, even if you were, let's say, more than friends, that kind of lifestyle is more acceptable than it was a decade or so ago."

"And what do you mean by 'more than friends,' and 'that kind of lifestyle?' I told you that she is just a good friend. Just what are you trying to imply." As she said, this questioning involved my personal life and even considering her statement about the 'company's image', I didn't think they had any business bringing it up. While her comments did worry me a little, I intended to stand my ground.

In a somewhat embarrassed tone she said, "What I mean by 'more than just friends,' is that I understand your relationship is somewhat more than platonic."

"Are implying that I am a lesbian?"

"That is what I my source has told me in addition to some other, shall I say, interesting aspects of your relationship."

I lost my cool, "Excuse me, but what the fuck if it is? There isn't any ethical clause in my employment contract that forbids one from having a partner of the same sex." I was getting more pissed. "And who the hell is your source?"

"Please watch your language, young lady. I want this to be a manageable discussion, not a confrontation. Right now, my source is of no concern to you. To answer your other question, the powers that be would consider having a lesbian as a high-level manager would be an embarrassment to the company. Since you aren't denying it, I think I can assume you are in a lesbian relationship."

"Right now, Melissa, I am not confirming anything and denying everything. I could sue you and the company just for bringing up the subject." Once again, I reminded her in no uncertain terms that nothing in my contract or the company personnel manual forbade it.

"Well, actually, I didn't want to add the second part, but your threat of a lawsuit would not be in your best interest. I don't think you want to air your personal life in a courtroom." I stared at her as she continued. "As I hinted, we know about the other part of your relationship with your female friend. Your contract does forbid immoral behavior that can be embarrassing to the company. That clause can have a broad meaning."

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, Kim. I know that if you pulled up your skirt right now, I'd see an engraved ID tag that says you are the property, I think that means slave, of someone named Kelly. I'm sure that would really pique the interest of the prudes on the board. It just so happens that I even know who Kelly is."

"This is a bunch of bullshit. I don't have to listen to you anymore." I exclaimed as I stood up and turned to leave her office.

In a very terse tone, she ordered me to back. "Sit down kimmy! I think we can work things out here. It is in your best interest to hear me out. I know we can find a way to keep your secret in my office." Something in the tone of her voice and her use of my slave name made me return to the chair.

"You need to know that I haven't passed any of this information upstairs. I must admit that when I was first told that you were the slave of a woman, I found it difficult to believe. After all, your commanding personality is one of the reasons we hired you. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became. As I indicated, I decided that you and I might be able to come to some agreement where we could keep your secret within the walls of my office."

"What are you trying to do, blackmail me?"

"Oh, I wouldn't call it that. Let's just consider my request as a quid pro quo."

"And if I admit to your unfounded accusations, what would my 'quid' be?"

She stared at me for a long time then smiled. "As I said, I have become intrigued and would like to know more about that lifestyle. I want you to strip, show me your piercings then tell me what it's like being a submissive and a slave."

"I can't do that!"

"And why not?"

"First of all, I am not admitting to your accusation. Secondly, if I were truly a slave to someone, you should realize that I couldn't comply with your request without first having the permission of my owner. "

She picked up her phone and called her secretary. The short conversation only added to my confusion. "Send her in." A few seconds later her door opened. I turned to see Sandra walk into the room. "I didn't want to do this, but I figured if you see my source, you'd know my information is correct."

"Sandra, how could you betray me like this?" I shouted.

"I'm sorry, Kim. I had no choice. She caught on to me, too. I had to give you up to save my own ass and my job."

Melissa then called my bluff by picking up her cell phone and handing it to me. "Either you call Kelly and get permission to do what I ask or start packing your desk."

My gut feel was that Melissa was bullshitting with the threat of firing me. I could not imagine a modern-day employer taking such a stand. They would have to show a history of job-related problems. There wasn't even a probationary period of employment in my contract. I did realize that she could, over a short period of time, set me up with some trumped-up warnings, etc., but didn't think she would. While I wondered if there really was some ill-defined morals clause in my contract that I didn't remember, I decided to shove the bluff right back in Melissa's face and show her that I was proud of my relationship with Kelly. I dialed Kelly's cell.

"Mistress, I have a little problem," I said, looking directly at Melissa and grinning as I emphasized Kelly's title.

I continued with a very detailed explanation of the situation including the dismissal threat. When I finished Kelly said, "Let me talk to the bitch."

My grin widened when I handed the phone to Melissa and told her, "My Mistress wants to talk with you." I emphasized the word "Mistress."

A long conversation ensued. I only heard Melissa's side, of course, during which she repeated what she had already said to me. She also explained the allusive "morals clause." The rest of her side of the conversation consisted primarily of short replies, mostly "yes, and no." I just knew that Kelly was reaming her ass and was a little surprised when she laughed and said, "Yes, I understand." She then handed the phone back to me. "Your Mistress has something to say to you." She also put emphasis on the word Mistress. At this point, I didn't expect her to be the one who would be grinning, yet she was.

To Kelly I said, "Yes, ma'am?"

"Pet, I want you to do anything Melissa wants."

"Ma'am?"

"What did you not understand about what I just said?"

"Mistress, I understand what you said, but I do not understand why you said it."

"Pet, haven't you learned, by now, that you do not have to understand my orders. You just have to trust me and obey them. Let me restate what I said so there is no misunderstanding. You are to follow any and all of Melissa's orders as though they were coming directly from me. If she told you to strip, then you will remove your clothes for her. She knows enough to have you fired."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, somewhat brusquely, a tear forming in my eye. I stood, handed the phone back to a grinning Melissa, and reached for the top button of my jacket.

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"That won't be necessary, Kim."

"But..."

"I know Mistress Kelly just told you to strip as I requested, but she also told you to obey all my orders, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, that is correct."

"Well, I am ordering you to sit down and relax." Turning to Sandra she said, "Would you like to sit, too, love?"

"Yes, ma'am, I would." Melissa extended her hand towards the chair beside me indicating where Sandra should sit."

The tone in Sandra's voice couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Oh, shit! You're..."

Melissa laughed and completed my statement, "Sandra's Mistress? Yes, Kim, I am Sandra's Mistress. Your Mistress called me this morning and said that she needed 

our help tomorrow. I have made it a point never to mix our personal life (with a gesture towards Sandra, she indicated what she meant by 'our') with our business life. For the record, you just saw, for the first, and probably the last, that Sandra will ever take the role of my submissive within the walls of this company. You are the only employee that even knows we are an item. As you must realize, it is extremely necessary that we keep our personal life separate from the company's so that no one will ever be able to bring up an issue of favoritism. I will do the same for you. After you walk out my door, today, I do not plan to discuss the society with you ever again while at work, and you will not bring it up with me. I made this meeting an exception to my rule since the assistance Kelly needs involves you, and I wanted to discuss it with you first because time is of the essence. While I decided to have a little fun at your expense, I did clear that little charade with Kelly." I was still a little pissed, but at least her explanation made it a little more palatable. "You did quite well, by the way. I would probably have been even more combative. And, also for the record, there is no morals clause in your contract, so you don't have to go read it again.

"First and foremost, from the conversations Sandra has already had with you, you know that we were at Lisa's Hideaway when you first agreed to be Kelly's slave. It is extremely important you know that your selection as our new CIO had absolutely nothing to do with my involvement in the society. Diane's change of status had been decided about the same time you started the new installation process, which, as you also know, is before you even met Kelly. Once she saw you working, Diane came to me and said we shouldn't do an expensive search for her replacement. You really impressed her. That was also done before you met Kelly. The only delay in approaching you was in getting the approval of our board and your former employer. I did, for selfish reasons, tell Kelly that you were under consideration for the position. I wanted her help in case there was a chance you wouldn't want to accept it." OK, now everything started to make sense. I was pleased I got the position on my own merits.

"And, in case you haven't figured it all out, I am the person you met when you wore the hood and cat suit. I'm the current president of the society. And, yes, Sandra was there, too. All that being said, we need to discuss Kelly's request. As I understand it, Kelly told you that Allyson and Sam would be taking you to your Collaring Ceremony tomorrow." 

"That's right, ma'am," I replied.

"Seriously, Kim, within these walls you and I have to be on the same personal level. Please call me Mel. Well, to continue, something came up that prevents Allyson and Sam from preparing you for the ceremony I am not at liberty to tell you what came up, just that it's nothing serious. In fact, I would consider it to be something good. They will both be at your collaring." "So, I promised Kelly that Sandra and I would help with to your preparations, which means that you will be going to our house before the picnic instead of Allyson's house. Since you do not know where we live, Sandra will pick you up at Kelly's in the morning. Is that satisfactory with you?"

"I'm sure that is what Mistress Kelly asked you to do, and anything my Mistress wants is satisfactory with me," I answered with a grin.

"Good answer! Welcome to Hunter and please complete your paperwork as soon as you can." Melissa replied. I returned to work wondering what in the world was going on. Sandra phoned me before we left work and said that she would pick me up at 11, in the morning. 

Kelly called just before I left work and instructed me to meet her at Lisa's after I went home to change. 

Only a note was waiting for me on the table. "kimmy, dear, I purchased some new clothes for you to wear tonight. They on the bed. Since I am not home, you do not have to undress before going to the bedroom. See you soon at Lisa's. Love, Mistress Kelly.

My clothes turned out to be a 'uniform' that a girl attending a private college might wear: a red plaid, pleated skirt, a white, short-sleeve blouse with collar, and a black tie. Well, that's not totally true, the skirt was a mini. I guessed it to be no more than twelve inches long from waist to hem and the shirt was only waist length. I was thankful she included white cotton bikini panties. At least my ass would be covered. Additional clothing was a pair of over-the-knee white socks, my black flats. 

Another set of instructions said, "Your hair is long enough for two small pigtails. Use the red ribbon to tie them up. Also, put your driver's license, and nothing else, in your black over-the-shoulder bag. 

Rebecca was the receptionist when I walked into Lisa's. I started walking directly to Kelly's table, as I had for the past two weeks. Rebecca dashed over to me. Excuse me, miss, but you have to be over 21 or with an adult to come in here after 6. I turned and said, "My adult is waiting for me at her table, Rebecca."

"Oh, shit, kimmy. I didn't recognize you. You look fab, like a 14-year-old. Yes, Kelly is at her table."

Kelly jumped up as I approached and exclaimed, "Damn, you look so beautiful, kimmy. I could almost throw you on the table and eat you up, but I'd probably be accused of sex with a minor.

I was surprised that my collar was not on the table. Kelly looked at me, smiled, and said, "Kimberly, in about twenty hours, you will begin 'the first day of the rest of your life. I have decided I want to suspend the terms of your contract and make tonight one in which you are a free woman. I intend to spend the evening with you as friend and lover. Let's have a nice dinner, see a good movie then go home and make love. May I continue to wear my chain collar, Kelly?"

"You may, dear; for the time being."

Kelly tiptoed out of the bedroom in the morning without disturbing me. She returned later with a lap tray and my breakfast. "Time to eat, love. Sandra will be here in an hour." She sat on the side of the bed and we talked as I devoured the food she had placed in front of me. I had to admit that there were a few moments on Friday when I lost a little of the trust I was supposed to have. Kelly understood and admitted that my reaction is exactly what they had expected. My reaction was honest, and she had promised she would never punish me for honesty. That's why I didn't really punish you after the Faire, even though I set you up to think you would be caned. In fact, I love that you were you, if that makes sense.

I asked what I was to wear. "The choice is yours for the last time, Kimberly. Whatever you choose, you need to know that you will be wearing something special for your collaring." 

"I think I will wear my stretch jeans, then,"

"I would recommend a skirt and blouse," I knew that would be her reaction, and laughed because I had no intention of wearing jeans.

She watched as I put on soft cup bra, a white turtle neck sweater, white cotton, bikini panties, a white pleated skirt, white ankle socks, and black penny loafers. 

"All white, pet?"

"My collaring is similar to wedding, isn't it, Mistress?"

"Ergo, the bride wears white. The major difference kimmy, is that a wedding is validated by law. The similarity is that like, the two parties in a wedding who dedicate their lives to one another, we are dedicating our lives to one another," Kelly replied. 

Sandra was prompt. As we walked to the car, she told me how pleased she was to be helping me prepare for my collaring ceremony. However, she wouldn't tell me what to expect, simply saying, "Mistress Melissa will explain."

During the ride I revealed that I was scared shitless for a few minutes after entering Melissa's office, thinking that I really had been "discovered." I even started second guessing my decision to continue as Kelly's slave, but only for a moment. Sandy told me that she, too, was surprised when Melissa called and explained what she wanted to do.

When we entered her house, Sandy advised me that her first duty was to give me a shower, so we went directly to their bedroom where we both stripped. Sandy opened a drawer in the lingerie chest and handed me a key that was inside. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she spread her legs and said, "I need your help in removing this." I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. Her labia had been pierced on either side of her vagina. Small diameter eyelet tubes, like one might see in earlobes, had been inserted in the piercings. The yoke of a small brass padlock had been slipped through the two tubes. I realized that, when this was locked in place, it became the ultimate chastity device.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Doesn't wearing it all day bother you?"

"Actually, I like it. Its presence is a constant reminder of my status as Melissa's sub. It's a real turn on when I am wearing a skirt without panties."

"Should I be the one removing it?"

"I am not allowed to do it myself. I can have someone remove it, with Melissa's express permission, when she is not present to do it herself. She instructed me to have you remove it when she told me to start preparing you for your collaring."

Once Sandy's lock was removed, she took me to the bathroom where I was shaved again to insure there would be no stubble. I was surprised by the size of their shower. It was probably eight feet square, with a large overhead "European" style head in the center. Sandy took her time washing my body first with a pouf. Next, she stood behind me and washed my back using only her hands and liquid soap. It felt great having her slippery hands caress my skin, especially when she pressed herself against my back and reached around me to do my front. I moaned when she reached between my legs and slowly worked on my pussy lips, each receiving individual attention. Finally, she washed my hair. I wasn't permitted to do anything.

She dried herself and then dried me. I had to replace her lock, after which she led me to a massage table in another room. There she spent more than an hour working scented oil into every square inch of my skin from the neck down. My breasts and pussy received special attention, of course. She even apologized when she said that she was not permitted to let me orgasm. Overall, I felt like a queen and was reminded of the massage that Sam had given me. When I commented on her expertise, she said that Melissa had paid for her to attend massage therapy college. She gave Melissa massages several times a week. I mentioned that Sam used to give Mistress Kelly massages, but I had a feeling I would be doing it in the near future.

Sandy left me alone for a few moments and returned holding something in her hand. "It has become a tradition in the Society for the preparation slave to give the newbie a small gift. This was the first birthday present Melissa ever gave me and is one of my favorite items of nipple jewelry. When I commented that I couldn't possibly accept something that she must cherish a lot, she said, "You don't understand. The gift must be a personal item that has great sentimental value to the slave. The gift is meant to be something that binds the two together as lifelong friends and sisters. Besides, I really want you to have it."

The jewelry consisted of two small circles shaped like handcuffs that were meant to be slipped over one's nipples. These were connected by a chain shaped like the chain one would find on a pair of handcuffs, only longer.

She removed my captive ball rings and worked the 'handcuffs' over my hard buds. I was permitted to stand and look at my new jewelry in the mirror "They look beautiful, Sandy. Thank you."

"You need something to insure they stay on in case your nipples soften. The captive ball rings will work, but I recommend something else. She opened her jewelry chest and held up two bar bells. "They will look better than the rings. I watched as she slipped them through my nipple piercings. They held the cuffs in place in the same manner that bar bells held the nipple shields on. The next thing I knew she was kissing me deeply and passionately. When we finally broke, she said, "I wish we could do more, but our Mistresses wouldn't permit it." Just then we heard the garage door opening. "Wow, our timing was perfect. There's Mistress Melissa."

Melissa said we should help her dress after her shower. Normally Sandy would bathe her as she did me, but Melissa told her to keep me company instead. She then called us to the bedroom when she was ready. We dressed her in lacy lingerie, lace top thigh highs, a white blouse, leather skirt and suede booties. Sandy was ordered to dress next. I stayed with her and watched while she put on a Polo top, a short skirt and penny loafers. Still naked I followed her to their den where Melissa was waiting. Following her instructions, we both knelt in front of her.

"Kimmy," she began, "part of your preparation is to inform you about some of the rules the governing board and members of the society adopted when we started to expand. I am sure Kelly has discussed most of the society rules with you. Most of what I say now will be new, however, because it wasn't necessary for you to know these details before you agreed to be Kelly's permanent slave.

"The society was originally organized by a small group of women who were interested in BDSM. At the beginning, it was, more or less, a discussion and sharing group. As we matured, we discovered, through the internet and otherwise, that, as a whole, people involved in the scene were representative of society. Some were pillars and a few were, for lack of a better word, 'trash." In case you don't know it, some dominants have no consideration for their subs. They inflict pain for the sake of pain and even draw blood, or worse. That is really an illegal relationship. It is pure and simple abuse. We decided to limit the membership of our group and go to extremes to insure each and every Mistress will be kind and loving towards her sub. When joining, each member pledges to be extremely protective of those in our care, and to do nothing that would permanently harm them. 

"I am sure you realize that no matter how careful we might be, there is always the possibility an undesirable person could become a member, or a relationship could turn sour. This can be seen happening in the highest professions. A relationship souring is one reason you are permitted to consult with us to break a compact. Therefore, a very important thing we do is assign someone to be a "sister" to a new sub. This person is to be a contact whether her 'sister' just needs someone to talk to or needs help with a Mistress who might be losing control. Every member has pledged not to interfere with this right of a sub to contact her sister at any time. In fact, we encourage subs to contact her 'sister' every day in some manner, to simply say hello, if nothing else. If contact is not made for two consecutive days, the 'sister' will inform her Mistress who then will visit the sub to insure everything is OK. She must physically see and talk to the sub, and not in the presence of her own Mistress. This may seem unnecessary, but the members unanimously reconfirm this protection point annually. We believe in it so much that we insist that each of our subs give her 'sister' a secret code word or phrase that she can use to indicate everything might not be OK. That way, if I were with Sandy during her daily call to her sister, I would not know she is asking for help. I won't even know the code word you will give Sandra. 

"I know you would like Samantha could be your 'sister,' but Allyson and Kelly discussed that possibility and decided that it should be someone who isn't as personally close to Kelly. Don't worry, they decided that we will let you confide in Sam, too, but you must still maintain daily contact with Sandra." 

"A secondary reason for Sandra being designated as your 'sister' is because you can easily contact her while at work. And, just for the record, you have permission to talk directly with me in an emergency, even though I indicated that we would not refer to our D/s roles while at the office. 

"Another strict requirement of our society is to ensure that you have not been coerced into being or remaining as Kelly's sub. I need a positive affirmation from you without Kelly being present. 

"I do want that, ma'am, and have made this decision on my own. In fact, I know of nothing else I want in my life right now."

"Excellent, my dear. We can leave as soon as Sandy finishes dressing you."

Sandy left the room and soon returned with a bondage belt and wrist cuffs. The belt was locked around my waist. A strap, attached to the back of the belt. was pulled through my legs and slipped into a buckle attached to the front of the belt and pulled tight into my crotch. I put all my clothes back on, except for the bra. Sandra locked the cuffs around my wrists and to D-ring at the sides of the belt. From a distance, I would look fully clothed. With the preparations finished, we headed to the garage. I realized that I was not wearing a collar, my submissive status symbol. Sandy was wearing hers. I was still wearing my chain collar, but it wasn't the same as my full, leather collar. It felt strange being in bondage and not wearing mine.

[hirarandi]

Melissa said the picnic was at the home of Vicki Shaw and her sub Dani. The drive would take about 30 minutes. The names sounded familiar and I thought I had met them at Lisa's Hideaway, but was not positive. They lived on a small ranch outside of town. The house was obviously old, but well maintained. In addition to the house, a barn sat to the left and back about 100 yards. 

We parked alongside the drive to the barn, in a line with other cars. As we started walking towards a group of people congregating behind the house, we could see smoke pouring from a large grill making it easy to tell that a barbeque picnic was in progress. 

I suddenly felt as though I were walking on air because I saw Kelly approaching us. My heart nearly skipped a beat. She looked resplendent in a short, red dress with black trim. The neckline was cut to the waist in front. At the time, I didn't know that it was also backless and that she was wearing black lace, thong panties and a garter belt attached to black nylons. Low heel, tan, booties completed her outfit. She hugged me as though we had been apart for days. It felt so good to be in her arms. When she combined the hug with an open mouth kiss, I melted and swore I could feel my juices flowing around the belt pulled into my crotch. I wanted to hug her back in the worst way.

"Did you fully understand Melissa's explanation of Sandy's role as your 'sister,' protector and confidant, and the reason Sam wasn't given that role, kimmy?

"I do, My Mistress, but I don't need protection from you."

"You are correct. Neither does Sandy need protection from Melissa, and Sam doesn't need protection from Allyson. However, the society established the rule for everyone and decided there would be no exceptions. What if I go too far some day?"

"I wouldn't have agreed to be your slave if I thought for one moment that would happen."

"For your safety, and for the safety of all the subs, the society wants to assume the possibility does exist, dear. Promise me you will maintain daily contact with Sandy. I don't want Melissa pounding on my door because you forgot."

"I promise I will, Mistress."

"Did you two discuss a code word or phrase?"

"Yes, Mistress, we did."

"Did you confirm your desire to continue as my slave to Melissa?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. It could not be otherwise. The transformation in my life since I met you has been nothing short of exceptional. I don't want to live any other way."

When we reached rest of the assembled group, Kelly introduced me individually to each person. I discovered that a couple dommes had two slaves. I also noticed that each time she introduced someone as a slave or submissive, that person was wearing a collar. Considering everything, I found it strange that there was no nudity. The Mistresses wore long white gowns and the sub/slaves wore gowns that ended at mid-calf. All were quite demure. I mentioned this to Kelly, she replied that it had become a tradition that everyone had to be clothed for collaring ceremonies, and that I would understand the reason later. It was apparent that all the subs were barefoot while the Mistresses wore sandals. 

Melissa and Sandra had left us alone. When they returned, I noticed that they had changed into gowns like the others were wearing. It then occurred to me that, except for my bondage belt and cuffs, Kelly and I were the only ones wearing street clothes.

I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing my collar, I said, "Mistress, please forgive me. I forgot to ask you for my collar."

"I didn't expect you to, pet. You cannot wear one on the day of your collaring until you receive it at the ceremony."

"Oh!" Then I asked, "Am I to be initiated again, Mistress?"

"No, dear, your initiation at Lisa's was for your membership into the Society. Tonight's ceremony is for you to pledge your life to me, as my slave, in front of the members." I sighed somewhat from relief and somewhat from disappointment. Somehow, deep down, I already missed wearing her collar and told her so. "Be patient, pet," was her reply.

Allyson and Sam finally arrived. A third person was with them. She was wearing a leather hood so I couldn't see her face. Only her eyes were exposed. There were holes beneath her nose for breathing, and her mouth was filled with an inflatable gag. The bulb and attached hose, hanging from the front of the gag, swung back and forth as she walked and made me laugh. A locked collar and lacings at the back held the hood in place. She also wore wrist cuffs connected by a short chain, was shoeless and wore a gown similar to what the slaves were wearing. Allyson introduced her as a friend from out of town who had unexpectedly arrived for the weekend. They were late because they had to pick her up at the airport. As a friend who could be trusted, she was invited to the picnic, with the qualification that she had to be in bondage. As a visitor, she wasn't permitted to speak. Since she wasn't 'properly trained,' Allyson decided that the gag would insure her silence. They didn't say her name and, using my proper submissive manners, I didn't ask.

Sam was wearing a white, loose-fitting, gauze, opaque top and matching pants and she was not wearing shoes. While It was not obvious that she was naked underneath, tell-tell signs told me that she was. She was the only person there, that I could see, who wasn't wearing a dress. When I remarked about her outfit, especially the pants, Sam said, "I made a major decision in my life yesterday; one that requires a special ceremony. Our mistresses thought it would be meaningful to hold it today along with your bonding ceremony. That way you and I will be able to celebrate a major event in our lives, together, on the same day each year. In addition, they thought it could bring the two of us closer together since they decided that I shouldn't be your 'protective' sister. I agreed. This way we will be sisters in spirit."

I was curious about what was going to happen because she was hobbled by a short chain attached to her ankle cuffs and her wrist cuffs were locked together with a short chain. "But you have already pledged your life to Allyson."

"Oh, my ceremony today is something different. I'm not permitted to tell you anything about it. They want it to be a surprise, and so do I."

Soon we heard the ringing of the ranch triangle announcing that lunch was being served. It was, of course, an outside buffet. Kelly asked Sam to take me to our table (a picnic table on the lawn) while she filled dishes for us.

Sam helped me to sit at a table then sat directly across from me. Allyson brought two plates of food, one for Sam and one for herself. She and their friend also sat across from me with Allyson between them. Kelly set down beside me, of course, and placed my plate on the table. Allyson removed the gag from her friends' mouth, reminding her that she could not talk, or the gag would go back in and she would miss lunch.

I didn't notice someone setting a plate of food next to me because Kelly had asked me a question (to distract me as I later discovered), so I was looking at her. In the middle of my answer, a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind.

I stopped talking to Kelly and said, "Is this where I am supposed to guess who is behind me?"

"You are, but never would in a hundred years, Kimberly Ann."

I nearly broke my neck trying to turn around.

"Oh, my gawd! Kassie! How? When?"

She sat beside me with her back facing the table and grasped me in a bear hug.

"You have some great friends, Kimmy. I guess I can call you Kimmy now and you can't get mad," she laughed. "When your mistress and I were talking on Tuesday, she said she felt it would be extra special for you if I were able to attend your collaring. We discussed your D/s relationship with her in some detail after which she insisted that I try to be here as a surprise for you. So, I finally told her I would. I had to call her back and say that only first-class seats were available, and that expense was not in my budget. Well, I guess there is a pilot in your group who was able to send me a Space-A voucher. I was able to get one of the first-class seats on the early bird flight this morning. I bought a less expensive a return ticket on the red-eye Monday night. Kelly picked me up at the airport after you left the house this morning."

"I thought Allyson and Sam picked you up."

"Allyson and Sam? Yea, Kelly introduced me to them. There was a woman with them wearing a hood. Oh, you thought that was me. Nope, sorry sis."

"Oh, it isn't important. It really is fantastic that you are here." I then turned to Kelly and thanked her.

"I thought it was important that your only sister be her with you, little one."

"Where are you staying tonight, Kassie," I asked.

"Kelly offered your guest room so I will be staying with the two of you." I wondered what my status will be while she is in the house. Considering everything, I guess it didn't matter. 

Kassie was wearing a white gown similar to what all the Mistresses were wearing. I just had to comment, "Ah, my dear sister, I can see that your nipples are hard. Are you...?"

"Yes, I am not wearing any underwear, and just for you. Your mistress told me this would be a requirement when she invited me. I would still be here if she had said I would have to be totally naked. I see your nipples are hard, too." She reached over and tweaked one. "Oh, shit, you've even pierced them, too. I'm seeing new things in my sister every minute."

"Truthfully, Mistress Kelly did it herself, Kassie."

"Will I get to see them?"

Kelly answered for me. "You might if you behave yourself, Kassandra. After all, she is my pet." We all laughed. 

"And what's with the short hair and glasses, Kitten?"

"I'll answer when you tell me why you called me Kitten after all these years. You know I don't like it."

"You liked it when I called you Kitten when you were little. Then when you got older, you'd get mad at me and yell, 'I'm a girl, not an animal,' so I quit. Now you can't get mad because your mistress just said you're her pet. A kitten is a pet, right. And I hope you realize that you will be Kitten to me from now on."

"OK, you win, Kassie. As soon as I submitted to Kelly, she decided to change my image so I would recognize myself as kimmy, her slave, rather than Kim or Kimberly. She took me to her hairdresser and had my hair cut, then made me purchase the glasses."

"Did it work?"

"Yes." Then I told her about my dissertation when Kelly told me to look into the mirror and tell her who I saw. "She said I could let my hair grow out again, though."

"Any other changes that I haven't noticed?"

"Well, I have to keep myself shaved, you know, down there."

"Wow!"

"She does the shaving, most of the time, but she is considering having me get laser treatments to permanently remove it."

"Less work in the long run."

"Yes, but not as much fun as being shaved by someone."

"I just find it hard to believe you cut your long hair. Well, that's what my Mistress wanted. She also made me give it to a company that makes wigs for cancer patients, so that's a good thing."

"Somebody MADE you do something..."

"Mistress Kelly suggested it, and her suggestion is the same as an order."

Kelly broke in saying, "It sounds as if you have a lot more to discuss. I need to run and take care of a couple minor details for the ceremony. Kassandra. Would you mind feeding your sister while you talk."

"I would love to, Kelly. This gets more interesting by the minute. Thank you for asking."

As soon as Kelly left, Kassie said, "Kim, I think Kelly is a wonderful person, but I have to be honest. I am not completely comfortable about what you are doing. I need to know more of what is involved in your Dominant/submissive relationship and why you want to make it permanent. I told Kelly I was going to ask you this and think that is why she is giving us this self-time." 

"It really sounds as if you are kowtowing to Kelly."

"I am doing exactly that, sis. That is being obsequious and a submissive. Kelly recognized that in my personality as soon as we met, in addition to me being lesbian. I know it's nearly impossible to believe or understand, but I've enjoyed every moment with her." 

During the ensuing conversation, which was primarily a monologue, I explained everything about what we did, how Kelly required me to dress, what we did together, and even told her about the discipline sessions. I explained the "In Bondage, There Is Freedom" concept. 

"When I am at work, I make a multitude of important management decisions. Kelly will never interfere with that. Outside of work, with rare exceptions, I am not permitted to make decisions. She makes every decision for me. Most of the time she even decides what I eat. If we are at a restaurant, she might have me tell her a couple things I like from the menu, but she orders for me and it may not be something I mentioned. It will probably be something I don't like if I am being punished."

"And you eat it?" she asked incredulously.

"Every single bite," I laughed. Although, sometimes I think I'd rather be caned.

I continued to give her more examples of how I lived my life with Kelly.

When I finally stopped talking, she asked, "And you are OK with all of this; especially being disciplined."

"Oh, Kassie, I don't think I have ever felt this fantastic in any relationship. Mistress Kelly truly cares for me. I feel her love every day, even when I am being punished. I want to learn from her. I want to live with her. I want to be disciplined by her when I am disobedient. And, yes, I want to be owned by her. But most of all, I want you accept what I am doing and to be happy for me."

She turned and gave me a loving, sisterly kiss. "Kimberly Ann, I can agree that I have never seen you this happy. While I have some reservations, you have my blessing and my backing."

"When we talked, I recommended that you shouldn't tell your brother. I said that for a selfish reason. Since he and I are closer in age, I thought it might be more appropriate if I explain everything, rather than you simply confess to him. I know him and his week spots a lot better than you do. Either way, you will be surprised how accepting he will be of your new lifestyle. I will defer to you if you'd prefer to tell him yourself.

"No, Kassie. Confessing to Keith would be like telling your father." I really prefer that you tell him and thank you for wanting to."

"Kelly and I talked twice about you and your collaring ceremony. Based what she told me will happen today it's good that Kelly didn't say she wanted him to attend today." 

Damn, why all the effing secrecy. I must be the only one not 'in the know.'

She leaned over and kissed me one more time. But this kiss wasn't as 'sisterly.' Her tongue slipped between my lips, oh so barely, then she pulled back, turned to face the table, and said, "Our food is getting cold, kitten. I need to get you fed. You are going to need your energy later." 

After dinner, Kelly approached our hostess and said, "Vicki, I haven't seen your stables since you renovated them. Is there any possibility you can give us a tour?" Vicki agreed and I followed them to the barn. I was pleased that Kassie took my arm and went with us. I had never been in a barn before. The odors were that of clean straw, not the stench of horse manure that I had expected. Vicki's stables were beautiful and extremely clean. Horses occupied the four stalls on our left. Four empty stables were on our right. When we entered the tack room at the far end, I immediately noticed that the equipment on one side of the room was distinctly different from the equipment on the other side. I mentioned this to Kelly, and she congratulated me for being so observant. Kelly gave me her "Mistress" grin, pointed to one side and said that equipment was for Vicki's "real" horses. 

After waiting for what I considered an appropriate amount of time for her to continue her explanation, I said, "And may I ask what the other equipment is for, Mistress."

"Why, they are for Vicki's pony girls, of course."

"Pony Girls!!!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, Vicki trains pony girls as a sideline. You've heard of pony girls, haven't you, pet."

"Well, yes, I've read stories talking about them since I've been with you, but I thought they were fictional fantasy."

"Trust me, pet. They are very real. Nearly every slave in the society has spent at least one week here. Would you like me to send you here for a few days of training?"

"Only if it is what you wish, Mistress."

"We shall see, then." She smiled that knowing grin again; the one that gave me a shiver and made my clit twitch.

When we exited the tack room, Vicki said, "We'll be using the dungeon for the marking ceremony in a little while, Kelly, so I'll skip that part of the tour." Kelly thanked Vicki and suggested we go for a walk so she could talk with Kassie. 

"Kassandra, as kimmy's sister, I need to know that you are comfortable with the relationship she is entering into today. You and I have talked about it. You and kimmy have discussed it. Do you have any questions?"

"I am a lot more comfortable than I was yesterday. I do have one question. What protections does Kimberly have if your relationship goes sour. After all, every day we hear about spousal abuse. She is giving you nearly ultimate power over her."

"Allyson and I established the Venus Coterie as a close-knit social club primarily for the protection of our subs and have adopted rules detailed rules on how they are to be treated. She gave Kassie all the details of our compact and the rules of the society, including the daily 'sister' contact and the ability of either party to sever the relationship in case of irreconcilable differences.

"You and your society have done well, Kelly. My husband has never lifted a hand towards me, but I don't think I have that much protection in our marriage contract. You only ask that I am comfortable with your D/s relationship. I can say that I am comfortable with what Kimberly is doing. As I told her, you have my blessing. I would like to ask one favor though."

"Anything, Kassandra."

"Make her call me at least once a week. I love hearing from her, and she has been somewhat neglectful calling me in the past."

"Done! And you can even listen in while I spank her if she forgets." Kassie laughed.

On our way back to the picnic area I felt as though I were walking on air. As soon as we arrived, Vicki rang a bell to get everyone's attention. "Mistresses and slaves of the Venus Coterie, Dani and I welcome you to our home. Tonight was originally scheduled simply as our annual members' picnic. However, as you were all informed, we have had the privilege of one of our members requesting a formal Bonding and Collaring Ceremony. I am pleased to announce that kimmy has consented to become Kelly's permanent slave." For some reason, I blushed at the applause.

Vicki continued, "As most of you know, Kelly and Allyson have been friends for a long time. They and their two slaves have spent a considerable amount of time together since Kelly took kimmy under her wing three weeks ago. Sam was impressed at the fast growth in the intensity of the love between Kelly and kimmy. When kimmy agreed to renew her submissive relationship with Kelly through a permanent compact, Sam decided that she wanted to do something special that she hopes will make tonight memorable for all four of them. Because her Collaring Ceremony is to be a special night for Kelly and kimmy, Allyson took Sam's proposal to Kelly who quickly agreed. Tonight, I am pleased to announce that Sam is prepared to honor her Mistress by accepting Allyson's mark with all of you as witnesses." I had no idea what she meant, but I could sense a surge of excitement in the air. "The Marking Ceremony will be held first."

[hirarandi]

I looked around to find Sam but couldn't see her anywhere. Kelly knew I was looking for Sam and said, "She is in the dungeon awaiting our arrival, pet."

"Oh," I replied, still oblivious as to what was going to happen.

Kelly and I were the last to enter the dungeon through the door at the back of the barn. I thought they were all kidding when they used the term 'dungeon, but the room looked exactly like a medieval dungeon with grey stone walls and all the equipment one would ever want. Chains, whips, and even a mace, hung from the walls. I noticed a rack and a St. Andrew's cross along one side of the room. There was a real jail cell in one corner. It was almost eerie. Suddenly I knew I wanted Kelly to bring me here someday so I could experience what it would be like. Allyson walked up beside us with her hooded friend. A leash had been attached to her collar. "You will take care of my friend while I attend to Sam, won't you, Kelly?" I think this was prearranged with Kelly. 

Kassie quickly spoke up. "I could do that if you don't mind." Allyson smiled and handed the leash to her.

Then I saw Sam at the far end of the room, still fully dressed and lying on her back on a wide, leather-covered bench that was positioned at a steep angle, on a raised platform. The lowest end of the bench rested on the platform while the other end was about four feet higher. 

Seeing Kelly and I finally enter, Vicki stepped onto the platform beside Sam and encouraged the two of us to move closer so we could be immediately in front of her. I resisted a little, but relented when Kelly said, "Sam is doing this for Allyson, pet, but, as Vicki said, because of our love, you owe it to her to be close for support."

To Kassie she said, "I explained what is going to happen to Sam, Kassandra. Are you OK with it?"

"I am more than OK, Kelly. I am intrigued and excited that you invited me to watch since I'm not a member."

"You are family, Kassandra. We make exceptions for family. Never forget that."

"Slave sam," Vicki said, "it is my understanding that you want to bear the mark of your Mistress. Is this correct?"

"Yes, ma'am, that is correct."

"It is also my understanding that you have agreed to the form of mark your Mistress wishes to use and that you selected the portion of your anatomy that she will mark."

"Yes, ma'am, that is also correct."

"In addition, you have requested a personal second mark."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please describe the mark that you have requested."

"It is to be a tattoo on my pubic area just above my vulva: a one-inch by two-inch rectangle encasing the words "Slave sam. Property of Mistress Allyson. A red heart will be at the end of these words. It is to permanently replace my metal ID tag."

"Your desires shall be fulfilled. For obvious reasons, we will do the tattoo first." Allyson stepped onto the stage, kissed Sam, and worked her pants down far enough to expose her pubic area. I hadn't noticed the small table next to Sam. A woman walked forward and picked up some instruments from it. Kelly explained that the woman's name was Gayle. As one might expect she was also a Domina. Her submissive was also her assistant. They were members of the society and Gayle owned a tattoo shop in town. We watched as Sam's "personal mark" was created.

To Kassie and me, Kelly explained the two different kinds of 'marks' the society used. "The 'personal mark' is one selected by the sub, and, in most cases is a tattoo, and normally is placed in a non-public place. The mark of a Mistress can also be a tattoo, but as will be the case for Sam, can be almost anything else. If it is not a tattoo, or not in a private area of the body, Society rules state that a majority of the mistresses must approve the mark and placement. If not a tattoo, they also interview the sub to insure it is acceptable. This does not mean that the sub gets to approve or disapprove of the mark it is simply for her protection. There have been two instances that the Mistress was overruled. Also, a mistress cannot mark her sub with anything except a tattoo, unless they have been in a relationship for at least one year." She also explained that not every mistress permanently marked her sub.

Once the tattoo was complete, Sam pulled her pants back up. Allyson helped her step from the bench and ordered her to kneel facing us. I was shocked when Allyson picked up a set of electric barber clippers and immediately started to run them over Sam's head. Kelly explained that another Society tradition was that when a slave receives the permanent mark of her mistress, she must have all the hair removed from her body except for eyelashes and eyebrows if the mistress did not elect to do it during the initiation into the society. I was actually becoming turned on by the scene unfolding before me, especially when Allyson spread shaving cream over the fuzz that remained on Sam's head and shaved it smooth with a straight razor.

Once the remnants of the shaving cream were wiped from her head, Sam was permitted to stand. Following Allyson's next order, Sam's chains were removed. She walked to a St. Andrew's cross near the back of the platform and, facing the cross, spread her arms and legs against its arms. Allyson and Vicki buckled straps around her calves and her lower and upper thighs. Another strap went around her waist and the center of the cross. Additional straps bound her arms near her shoulders, her elbows and her wrists. By the time they were finished, she literally could barely move a muscle.

"Sam, are you ready to receive the permanent mark your Mistress has chosen for you?"

"I am, ma'am."

"So that there is no misunderstanding, you will verbally state this, along with the type of mark, and its placement, as a request to your Mistress so all will hear."

"Mistress Allyson, I wish to wear your mark. Please brand my ass with your initials." I gasped when I heard the word brand. Kelly put her arm around me and hugged me. Kassie was holding my arm and squeezed it hard. I wondered if I would ever wear her mark and if it would be a brand.

At this point, Allyson had moved off the platform and was hidden from my view. When she stepped on the platform again, I could see she was holding something in the flame of a propane torch. I immediately recognized it as a small branding iron, glowing red.

Allyson stepped onto the platform. "Do you wish to be gagged, my love."

"No, Mistress. I do not."

Vicki pulled the back of Sam's pants down just enough to expose her ass. Kelly explained that, for this ceremony, they did not want any other part of her body to be bare. Her white buttocks glowed in contrast to the black material surrounding them. I now understood the reason she was strapped so tightly to the pole. They did not want her moving when Allyson placed the hot iron against her skin. If she did, the iron might slip and ruin the brand.

I watched, incredulously, as Allyson pressed the hot iron against Sam's flesh and heard a sound similar to that of bacon frying. Steam, or maybe it was smoke from burning flesh, rose in the air as a blood-curdling scream came from Sam's throat. When Allyson quickly removed the iron, it could have been my imagination, but I thought I sensed the odor of cooking meat.

I stared at the two-inch letters "AES" for a long time before noticing that Sam was hanging limply from the cross. She had fainted. Then I saw Vicki administering smelling salts while Allyson spread aloe ointment over her mark. 

Kelly explained that when the members first discussed branding as a permanent mark, they had studied it thoroughly, and received input from doctors, so that a deep third-degree burn, with possible muscle damage, would not be inflicted on a sub. Sam would immediately be checked by a nurse. Aloe gel and a gauze pad would be applied. She could also have a shot for any pain.

Kelsie whispered in my ear, "I shouldn't tell you this, kitten, but that just turned me on." I looked at her and smiled.

Vicki asked everyone to move to the garden for my Collaring Ceremony while Sam recovered. Kelsie, Kelly and I remained so Kelly could help Vicki and Allyson release Sam from her bonds. Since my bonds prevented me from helping, I simply watched with Kelsie, thinking how much I admired Sam's courage. With tears still streaking her cheeks, Sam and Allyson kissed, hugged and thanked one another for giving and receiving the mark. Finally, Vicki announced that it was time for my final preparations. "Our guests are waiting, ladies."

We were walking back through the barn when Kelly turned to me and said, "Pet, as part of your ceremony, you must first be released from your bondage. You will understand the reason when the ceremony is performed." Then to Sam, she asked, "Are you up to prepping my pet, Sam."

"Oh, yes, ma'am. I definitely am. I would have to be on my death bed to NOT assist kimmy with her final preparations. 

I went with Sam towards the house while the other four headed for the garden. "Oh, gawd, Sam. I don't believe you did that. How do you feel?"

"I don't believe I did it either, Kim. Once it is healed, I know I will be glad I did. I must admit that, right now, I am questioning my sanity. Maybe I should have accepted a pain blocker. I have been thinking about asking Allyson to mark me for a long time; ever since I saw another sub being branded. Allyson was a little incredulous when I suggested a brand to her. I had a tough time convincing her, and the other Mistresses, that it was what I really wanted. A mistress's mark and a sub's personal mark are normally tattoos. I wanted both. I think I am the third to be branded. As far as how I feel right now, the endorphins are winning. The pain is awful, but it will lessen in a few hours. Allyson did say I could have a shot for the pain later if I wanted one. Vicki is a nurse and can administer it. At the same time, my pussy is simply gushing."

"What I don't understand, Sam, is that my pussy is gushing too. Just watching you get that brand turned me on. Then I told her what Kelsie said. "Your bald head turns me on, too. You look fucking sexy." We stopped, stared into one another's eyes before hugging and kissing. Well, she did the hugging since I couldn't.

Once inside, Sam took me to a small dressing room where she removed my skirt, the cuffs, the bondage belt, my shoes, socks, sweater, and even the bows on my little pigtails. 

"All the jewelry has to come off, too, kimmy."

"But Sandra gave me the nipple handcuffs as her present for my collaring. I want to keep them and my ID tag and ring, I can't take the ID tag off, Sam. After all, I am pledging my life to Mistress Kelly."

"Sorry, KIMMY. Society rules apply. You cannot enter the ceremony wearing anything on your body except the gown I will give you in a minute. I have to remove your neck chain, too. Miss Kelly gave me the combo. You can't even wear your glasses. You aren't wearing your contacts, are you." 

"No, Kelly specifically said I had to wear my prescription lenses today." I knew was to receive no additional explanation. Next, she picked up a pair of pliers and told me to sit on a chair and spread my legs. It was easy to pick up the not so subtle change to my slave name. The amplitude and tone in her voice even changed. Miss Samantha was now in control.

The instrument she held in her hand was what I would call "reverse pliers." They opened when the handles were squeezed. They were similar to the pliers used to open industrial size "D" clips. Kelly used them to spread the large ring so the captive ball and ring could be removed. My minimal makeup was then removed. Without it or any jewelry, I suddenly felt more naked than I had felt in a long time. It is a relative thing, you know.

Finally, Sam selected a loose, off-shoulder, full-length, white diaphanous dress from the closet and helped me put it on. Spaghetti straps, that Sam tied in bows over my shoulders, were the only things that kept it from falling off. I was a little surprised at the loose bodice and the fact that it was ankle length. She turned me around and told me to look at myself in a full-length mirror. In addition to seeing a remarkable outline of my body, I could see the colors of my hard nipples and areolae. If I wore this on the street, I'd probably get arrested for indecent exposure. I'm going out there like this!" I exclaimed. 

"What are you worried about, kimmy. Most of the members have already seen you naked," she laughed. "OK! You're ready, Kimberly (change of status between us). Let's join the others in the garden and get that collar you deserve." She gave me a deep, passionate kiss 'for good luck.'

[hirarandi]

The "garden" was a beautiful rose garden. Picture a row of roses about six feet wide surrounding a large square, grass-covered center that could seat about 50 guests. There was one entrance to the square center of the garden from the outside. A trellis stood at outer edge of the roses. A red carpet covered the walk from the trellis, through the roses and to the far end of the square. Inside the square, chairs had been placed in rows on either side of the carpet. "It looks like a setting for a wedding," I remarked to Sam as we approached the trellis. I learned that Vicki and Dani did use the ranch for weddings. Vicki had received her license as an ordained minister, studying through an online course, so that she would be able to perform services at her ranch. Larger ceremonies were held in a grove of trees, or a large building on the far side of the house.

"If you think about it, Kim, for a submissive, her collaring is similar to marriage. It binds the submissive and her Mistress together. That is why we named ours a Bonding Ceremony. Only legal technicalities differentiate a real wedding and what you are doing. You are willingly and voluntarily giving your life to your Mistress." She didn't know that Kelly had said something very similar. We stopped just before the trellis.

Melissa, standing at the far end of the red carpet, started to speak when she saw us. "Ladies, the newest member of Venus Coitre, Kimberly Ann, has declared her intent to become the permanent slave of one of our founders, Mistress Kelly. Please welcome her." When everyone stood to applaud, someone started singing a capella. Chills went down my spine when I realized Kelly had selected the song from one of several that I had said were my favorites. It was "Love Changes Everything" from Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Aspects of Love."

With her back to me, and my concentrated stare into the center of the garden, I hadn't realized my sister had been standing several feet to the right of the trellis. She turned, walked over to me, held out her arm, and said, "Kimberly Ann, my dear sister and best friend, would you grant me the honor of allowing me to escort you to your future Mistress?" 

Up to this second, I would consider my emotional state as relatively serene. Kassie's words and thoughtfulness to do this for me, caused tears of happiness to form in the corners of my eyes. I could hardly find the words to reply. I simply put my arm through hers and said, "Oh, Kassie, thank you. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, kitten." 

Sam stepped through the trellis and stopped. Just as the soloist started on the last three lines of the first verse, I could tell Kelly was standing in front of, and to Melissa's right. Without my glasses, I couldn't see her clearly, but I knew she was smiling and waiting for me.

"Yes love, love changes everything

Now I tremble at your name

Nothing in the world will ever be the same"

Sam, with Kassie and I following, started walking slowly down the aisle on the red carpet. The song continued and my heartbeat increased.

"Love, love changes everything 

Days are longer, words mean more 

Love, love changes everything 

Pain is deeper than before 

Love will turn your world around 

And that world will last forever 

Yes love, love changes everything 

Brings you glory, brings you shame 

Nothing in the world will ever be the same"

We stopped in front of Melissa. Sam moved to our right. Kelly stepped to my left side.

"Off into the world we go 

Planning futures, shaping years 

Love bursts in and suddenly all our wisdom disappears 

Love makes fools of everyone 

All the rules we made are broken 

Yes love, love changes everyone 

Live or perish in its flame 

Love will never never let you be the same 

Love will never never let you be the same"

I looked at Kelly and could see tears forming in her eyes, too. 

Melissa, as president of the Society, was to perform the ceremony. She started to speak, "Fortunate is the woman who comes to her collaring with the approval and love of her family. Who has the honor of presenting this woman to be collared?"

"I, her sister, affirm and support Kimberly Ann's desires and present her to Kelly be collared as her slave."

I turned to Kassie, hugged her, thanked her, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She sat down on the end seat in the front row. Sam moved so she was now beside me. She grasped my hand and squeezed. 

Melissa continued, "Kimberly Ann, you may not have considered this but, your original contract with Kelly is still in force. That is the reason you arrived here in bondage and remained in bondage throughout our picnic. Kelly asked you for an early decision to continue as her slave so that your bonding ceremony could be performed in conjunction with our annual picnic. Thank you for your positive decision. It makes our picnic very special. It is an honor that you want all of us to be a part of your life-changing event."

"In order for the two of you to derive the maximum meaning from your ceremony, it is first necessary for Kelly to release you from that original contract."

Kelly turned towards me. Melissa handed her a metal plate, then handed some papers to me. "Kimberly, is this the contract you signed when you agreed to be Kelly's slave for a month? I said that it was. "Please turn and face your mistress." Melissa took the contract back, gave it to Kelly who held it over the metal plate and touched a corner with a lighted match. Kelly dropped the burning paper onto the plate just before the flames reached her fingers. 

"Kimberly, with your sister and these friends as witnesses, I hereby release you from your contract. As of this moment you are a free woman. You are no longer my slave."

Melissa handed a blindfold to Sam. "Kimberly, you were just told that you are a free woman. If you still want to renew your Mistress/slave relationship with Kelly, you must begin this ceremony by wearing a blindfold. Is it your desire to renew your Mistress/slave relationship with Kelly?

"Yes, ma'am, that is my desire."

"Will you agree to begin the next part of your ceremony by wearing a blindfold?" 

"Yes, ma'am, I will." I replied without questioning the necessity or purpose of the blindfold. Sam placed it over my eyes and tied the strings behind my head. 

I listened to Melissa's voice as she continued speaking, "Members of the Society, as you know from personal experience, the relationship between a Dominant and her submissive is a very special union. A union is so unique, we commonly refer to our submissive as our slave. As Kelly's slave, Kimberly will be able to satisfy all of her submissive needs and desires through unconditional, obsequious service to Kelly, her Mistress. Through her bonding and collaring ceremony, Kimberly demonstrates, to all of us, her willingness to sacrifice herself, and her freedom, both emotionally and physically, to Kelly, knowing that all her needs, will be fulfilled by Kelly's love and reaction to these sacrifices. At the same time, Kelly is mindful of what Kimberly so voluntarily and unselfishly gives to her and is willing to endure.

For the safety of both Mistress Kelly and her slave, our organization has set forth a framework of rules to govern their relationship. Within the guidelines of these rules, Kelly and Kimberly have agreed to sign a compact, to be witnessed by Allyson and Sam, spelling out in detail their understanding of the way their relationship shall be lived as Mistress and slave. Our rules and their declaration will structure Kimberly's life from this day forward. Kelly will be responsible for Kimberly's continued acceptance of this structure and the changes that she knows Kimberly must accept and make in order to transition from her former life as a free woman to the new, highly structured life as a woman owned by Kelly. Kimberly does not enter into this agreement blindly. She has already served as Kelly's slave for several weeks. Like all of us in the Society, Kelly and Kimberly are more than just a Dominant and her submissive. They love each other deeply and are committed to a mutual, caring relationship. As their sisters in the Society, we must remember that we are all responsible for their future welfare and success as Mistress and slave.

"Kimberly, as you dedicate your mind, your body and your life to Mistress Kelly and to Her pleasure, by acceptance of Her collar, remember that to voluntarily and unconditionally give up one's freedom to another is not a new and strange thing. It is a principle that has found its resonances and echoes throughout the ages of human history. However, unlike the involuntary slavery of history, including that of our own country, you are surrendering yourself not to some ideal or cause of another, or for the sake of money or glory. You are surrendering yourself to the warm pleasure of a Mistress; a Mistress whose life will be lifted up to new heights through your love and complete submission; a Mistress whose love will quicken your devotion, a devotion that is already growing inside you like a seed. While your Mistress will attempt to accommodate them, your will and needs no longer matter. Your sole being and existence will now be dedicated exclusively to the needs and pleasure of your Mistress. Your needs will be, first and foremost, fulfilled through satisfying HER needs.

"Kelly, you know that Kimberly has not accepted her new role lightly. In giving herself to you as your submissive and slave, with full rights over her life, she is trusting that you will love and care for her in ways you never imagined. Yes, as your slave Kimberly becomes your property to use as you wish. However, you must never forget that she is a special kind of chattel. She is a delicate living creature you must nurture, feed and water as you would a new rose to insure it will grow to its maximum beauty. You must protect her from all harm to the best of your ability. Unlike the slaves in our country's darkest times, while it appears to be a dichotomy, you must even be willing to sacrifice your life for her if that becomes necessary. Kimberly, by definition, must be willing to do the same for you. With proper care and love your slave will enthusiastically grow strong in her new role, reach her full potential, and make you proud. Remember that all the rights you will have over Kimberly, including the right to punish her for misdeeds or simply for your own pleasure, are voluntarily being given to you by her. It is a gift you cannot accept lightly. I and your sisters in the Society admonish you to not abuse the rights she is giving you so freely and so lovingly. Always remember that Kimberly's own flesh and blood presented her to be collared. Do not exploit the trust Kimberly's sister has placed in you."

Blindfolded, I did not see Melissa nod to Sam. I was so entranced by listening to her words that I jumped when I felt Sam touch my shoulder. "Don't worry, Kim, you cannot wear your gown for the rest of your ceremony. Just follow my directions. I will do everything," Sam said quietly. When she untied the shoulder straps, the dress was loose enough, it simply fell and pooled around my ankles. At Sam's whispered direction, I lifted my feet so she could pick it up.

"Kimberly Ann," Melissa continued, "after you were conceived you grew within your mother's womb for nine months. During that time, you were naked, and your world was in complete darkness. Like then you are again naked, and your world is in complete darkness. What was the first thing you saw when you were expelled from your mother's womb?"

I hesitated a moment while thinking about how to answer. Prompting me to provide the proper response Sam whispered, "Light," into my ear.

"The first thing I saw was light, ma'am."

"That is correct. A newborn infant's eyes must first adjust before she can see anything clearly. However, she can discern light. What do you desire at this moment, Kimberly?"

Prompted by Sam again, I replied, "I desire to see light, ma'am." With a nod from Melissa, Sam removed the blindfold. I was immediately forced to squint because a spotlight was shining on my face.

"As was the situation then, your eyes must now adjust to the light before you can see anything properly. It took longer to have good vision when you were born, but soon you were able to see your new mother clearly." The spotlight dimmed then went out. "You now can see Kelly clearly. Look at her carefully. She will soon be your Mistress, and like your mother was when you were born, she will be the center of your universe." I stared at the beautiful woman beside me and smiled. She took my hands in hers and squeezed.

Melissa continued, "Through the formative years of your life, your mother nurtured and raised you to the best of her ability. As an infant, your participation in the ways she handled these tasks was totally involuntary. Naturally, she probably made mistakes in your rearing and, I am positive that, out of love, you quickly forgave her. As you matured, I am also positive that, like most of us, you rejected some of your training, accepting only what you felt you needed.

"Your mother freed you from the bondage of her womb when her body expelled you. Once again, that was involuntary on your part. Tonight, you are experiencing a new birth. Unlike your original birth, instead of being freed from bondage, you have elected to enter into bondage as a submissive/slave and accept training from your Mistress. Your decision is strictly voluntary. Kelly has offered you the freedom that bondage has to offer by asking you to be her slave and wear her collar. You have agreed to accept her offer with full knowledge and experience of what that will entail. Kelly has accepted the responsibility of nurturing and raising you as her slave to the best of her ability. Your mother was, so to speak, involuntarily forced into this responsibility. This time, unlike with your mother, you will, hopefully, forever remain in bondage as Kelly's slave. Like your mother, Kelly will probably make mistakes. Out of love, you must also forgive her. 

"You both must now, individually, confirm your agreement to be Mistress and slave before our assembled membership. 

"Kimberly, is it your desire to give up your life as a free woman and dedicate your body and your life to Kelly as her submissive/slave?"

"That is my greatest desire, ma'am."

"Have you been coerced, been offered any gift, monetarily or otherwise in return for doing this?"

"Yes, ma'am, I have," I replied.

I heard a rumble of moans go through our audience as if a bomb had dropped.

"I don't know what to say, Kimberly. Our rules strictly forbid compensation, of any type. 

Just what did Kelly offer you?"

"She offered her undying love, ma'am."

Everyone started laughing over my comment. "OK, I guess that fits into the 'otherwise' category of gifts. I guess we didn't plan for that. As president of the Society I can rule that gift as quite acceptable. We can continue with the ceremony.

"As naked as you were the day you entered this world, you shall now dedicate your life to Kelly, who will continue your training in the ways of a slave, and as her submissive partner in life. Are you willing to do this voluntarily and without mental reservation or purpose of evasion.?"

"I am."

"With the members of our Society, and your sister, as witnesses, please affirm your desire to be Kelly's slave by repeating the following after me." (With my heart beating rapidly, I repeated the words as Melissa read them, phrase by phrase):

"To my dear sister (I added the word dear) and to the members of Venus Coterie Society, I solemnly affirm that I desire to be Kelly's slave from this day forward, for the rest of my life, 

"As her slave: 

"I promise to unconditionally obey my Mistress at all times. Her most simple wish will be considered to be my order. I will wholeheartedly seek her pleasure and well-being above all other personal considerations. This will, henceforth, be my primary purpose in life. With this in mind, it is my understanding that She agrees that I should continue gainful employment of my choice and She will not interfere with my employment. 

"I hereby renounce all rights to my own pleasure, comfort, and personal gratification except as She may desire or permit.

"Furthermore, I renounce all rights to privacy or concealment from Her.

"I will strive diligently to remold my body, my habits, and my attitudes in accordance with Her desires. I will seek always to please Her and will gracefully accept criticism and punishment as a means for growth and not a threat of abandonment.

"I understand and agree that any failure to comply fully with Her desires shall be regarded as sufficient cause for any punishment She may deem appropriate, which I understand could be severe so long as She does not inflict permanent harm or injury to my body. 

"I understand that I am to be honest with my Mistress at all times and will always communicate my feelings to Her (even if I perceive that She may not approve). Therefore, I will answer truthfully and completely, to the best of my ability, any and all questions She may ask of me. I understand that no feeling I have can be wrong, and that they may indicate a situation which needs to be addressed. In this regard, I understand that She will not punish me for any opinion given to her honesty, unless it is displayed or communicated in a disrespectful manner. 

"Within the limits of my physical safety and my ability to earn a livelihood, I otherwise unconditionally accept that it is my Mistress's prerogative to do anything She may choose with me, or to me, whether as punishment, for her amusement, or for any other purpose so long as permanent injury is not caused to me or my health.

" I understand that my Mistress has my ultimate physical, mental and spiritual well-being in mind, and I will strive to be worthy of Her pride in all my endeavors.

"I agree that all of my personal assets will be placed in a revocable living trust. My Mistress requires that I not make her a beneficiary of this trust. She shall control my use my assets by approving, in advance, any and every financial expenditure, with the understanding that She will not have signature authority over any account. All of my earnings shall be placed in a trust checking and/or investment account and used to pay my fair share of our living expenses and any bills for expenditures I have made. From these earnings She will provide a reasonable weekly allowance to me that I may use, as I wish, without Her approval or knowledge." 

(Just for information we decided Kelly would not hold my debit and credit cards. She would be reviewing my account information on a regular basis and I knew I would be punished if I made any purchases without approval. Also, the above paragraph was not a part of the Society's recommended vows. Kelly had it added since it was an important part of our compact.)

"Kelly, in accepting Kimberly as your permanent slave, do you, before your peers, their slaves and submissives, and her sister, accept the affirmation she has just given and consent to obey the rules of the Society and your separate agreement with her?"

"I do."

"Do you solemnly promise to maintain a safe, sane and consensual relationship with your slave at all times?"

"I do."

"Do you promise to be honest with her at all times?"

"I do."

"Do you promise to protect her from all harm to the best of your ability?"

"I do."

"Kimberly, please face Kelly, and repeat after me: 

" I, Kimberly Ann, of my own free will and accord, do this day grant you, Kelly full ownership and use of my body and mind without reservation or equivocation. I offer to you all that I am and all that I ever will be for you to love, hold and protect. Ever will I serve you in all things and in all ways. Please accept and love me as your slave."

[hirarandi]

"Kelly, please respond to Kimberly." 

"Kimberly, I accept you, and will love you, as my slave with all the rights and privileges you are granting me. To all present, you shall now be known by your slave name, kimmy, and you will address me as Mistress.

I watched Sam, holding a white, silk pillow, position herself in front of Kelly. On the pillow rested a brass padlock, a key on a chain, and new white collar on which the name, "kimmy," was inlaid in red.

Kelly picked up all three items and put the key and chain around her neck. 

Melissa said, "slave kimmy, please kneel on the pillow at the feet of your Mistress, facing her. Sam placed the pillow on the ground. When I was in position, again prompted by Melissa, I said, "I, slave kimmy, kneel before you, Mistress Kelly, and this gathering, naked, as a sign of my total submission to you and request you grant me the privilege of wearing your collar as a symbol of your ownership. I solemnly swear to submit to your will, in mind, body and spirit, and promise to wear your collar proudly for all the days of my life as a sign to whomever we meet on our journey as Mistress and slave."

Kelly replied, "slave kimmy, I place this collar around your neck, as a symbol of my ownership, for you to wear as a sign to whomever we meet on our journey as Mistress and slave."

Kelly buckled the collar on and snapped the padlock shut. I know everyone heard the click of the yoke as it slid in place. That wonderful shudder ran up my spine. 

Sam held another white silk pillow before me. A chain leash was coiled on it. Once again, as prompted by Melissa, I picked the leash up, held it out and said, "Mistress Kelly, I offer this leash to you. Please connect it to your collar to be seen by all as a symbol of that which links us together. Use it to guide and lead me along my new journey through life. It is my deepest desire to belong to you and to willingly follow you wherever you choose to take me."

Kelly then said, "slave kimmy, I accept this leash as a symbol of the offering of yourself and give you my promise to carefully guide and lead you safely in my footsteps and through life. You belong to me from this day forward and I will do all within my power to protect and love you as you join me on my journey."

Kelly clipped the leash to the D-ring on the front of my collar and asked, "slave kimmy, to whom do you now belong?" 

"I now belong to you, Mistress Kelly."

Prompted by no one, I leaned forward and kissed the toes of Kelly's shoes. She immediately pulled up on the leash until I was standing before her.

Once more Sam held the pillow out. On it was an "O" ring. Unlike the other "O" ring I had worn, this one was gold. I held out my left hand and Kelly slipped it on the third finger and declared, "I, Mistress Kelly, take you kimmy, to be my slave, my lover, and my friend for as long as the sun, the moon and the stars are above us and even longer if I am able."

Sandra was invited to place the handcuffs on my nipples again, since they were her 'sister' gift. She used the bar bells to hold them on. 

Mistress Kelly," Melissa continued, " I understand you have a special gift for your slave. You may give it to her now."

"I have changed the plan that we discussed on how I wanted to present this gift. I will need a few minutes to prepare my new plan."

"Please take whatever time you need, Mistress Kelly. This is your ceremony.

Sam placed a small box on the pillow that had held the "O" ring and handed it to Kelly who then turned to me and said, "Turn and face your audience, kimmy." Then she added, "Kneel and rest."

She walked over to Kassandra, knelt on one knee, held the pillow towards her, and asked her to open the box. While I could not see the contents at the time, Kassandra removed a four-sided, rectangular, gold plated pendant and a gold captive ball ring. Kelly later described the pendant. It was 1-1/8 inches long and .15-inch x .15-inch thick. A two-inch long box chain was threaded through a small hole drilled through one end of the pendant. The four facets of the pendant had been engraved with "Mistress Kelly," "slave kimmy," "May 25, 2013," and "Forever together." 

I could not hear the whispered conversation that followed, but they later told me what had been discussed.

"It is beautiful, Kelly, but I heard Melissa say it is a gift for your slave. Why are you giving it to me?"

"Because I want you to put it on her for me."

"I think you need to tell me more."

"Did kimmy tell you that I had put two piercings in her vagina?"

"Oh, my gawd, no. That's fantastic. But I didn't notice them, and the way she is now sitting, I don't see any."

"They had to be removed for the ceremony. One was a clitoral piercing with a captive ball ring. I attached an engraved, military style ID tag to it that essentially said she was my property. I had this pendant made to replace the ID tag. You affirmed her desire to be my slave and presented her to me. Attaching this to her clit would be a final act of giving her to me."

"Attach it to her clit? She's my sister, Kelly. I'm not sure I can do that."

"Can you, just for a moment assume kimmy is not your sister?"

"Yes, I can make that assumption. I love that you call her kimmy, by the way."

"In front of you is a naked woman kneeling in what is known as her rest position. You can see her shaved vagina. I own that woman. She is my slave. She has given her life and her body to me. Do you consider her to be sexy?"

"Oh, I definitely do?"

"Have you ever seen her naked before?"

"I have, but definitely not like this."

"Does her naked condition excite you."

"Yes." Her reply was somewhat husky.

"If you were closer, I can guarantee that you would see that her nether lips are engorged with blood and wet. She is sexually excited."

"Did you find it to be sensuous to lead that same naked woman to her collaring?"

"Yes, I did."

"kimmy's ears are not pierced. They will be in the near future. However, if they were and I asked you to attach this pendant to her ear, would you do it?"

"Definitely."

"The only difference between her ear and her clit is that her clit is a sexual organ. Consider attaching this pendant to her clit to be an act of love, not a sexual act; an act love between two sisters. 

"Kassandra, you honored your sister by presenting her to me for her collaring. Please honor her once again, by attaching this pendant to her clit. That will indicate, to her, your ultimate love for her and your recognition that she is still your sister and, at the same time, my slave. 

"Even more important, performing this act of love, for me and on my behalf, is an affirmation that you have my solemn promise that you will always have access to your sister. 

"I know you can do it, and feel that, deep down, you want to." 

"May I ask a couple questions before I give you an answer."

"Please, ask as many as you need to."

"May I say something to her when I do."

"Kassandra, you may say anything to her that you want, and I do not need to know, in advance, what that might be."

"May I also give her a hug and a kiss afterwards."

"She is your sister, Kassandra. Blood is thicker than water. I will never take that privilege away from you or her."

"May I call her kitten instead of kimmy."

"Kassandra, again, she is your sister. By extension, you are now part of my family. That gives you special privileges. You may use any name you desire. Anyone else must call her kimmy as long as she is wearing my collar."

"Thank you, Kelly. You are as wonderful and gracious just as she said you are. It will be my privilege to attach this pendant for you."

"No, thank you, Kassandra."

"Just for the record, should I be calling you Mistress Kelly, too."

"No, Kassandra. I am your sister's mistress, not yours. I prefer that you just call me Kelly."

I watched as Kassie stood and walked towards me. Kelly sat on the chair Kassie had occupied. When she was in front of me, Kelly said, "Stand and present, Kimmy." As soon as I intertwined my fingers behind my head, Kelly said, "Spread!" I moved my feet farther apart. 

Kassie looked at me, grinned, and said, "Damn, kitten, I am truly impressed. I wish you had been this trained when you were a teenager."

She raised the pendant so I could see it. "Your mistress had this pendant engraved as your collaring gift and asked me to present it to you." She showed me the inscriptions. When I said I wasn't wearing my contacts, she read the wordings to me. "She also gave me the honor of attaching it to your body. It is a replacement for your ID tag, so you know where it is going. Do you mind?"

"My mistresses wish is my desire, Kassie."

"You answered my question as her slave, kitten. I want to know if it bothers you that your big sister is going to attach this pendant to your clit. I need you to answer as my sister."

"Oh, Kassie. No, it does not bother me. I love you so much. It gives me comfort and joy to know you are willing to do this for me and for my Mistress. I will remember this moment forever."

Kassie knelt, grasped my clit between her fingers and pulled. I know she heard and felt my reaction as the sensual feeling swept through my body. She located the piercing, slipped the captive ball ring through and slipped the pendant chain over the ring. 

"kitten, I am attaching Mistress Kelly's gift to your body to indicate that I, your sister, approve of your decision to dedicate your life to her as her slave." She slipped the captive ball in place to complete the attachment. "I do this out of my everlasting love for you."

I knew I would always be able to feel its presence as it dangled from my clit. When I am upright, it will swing as I walk. When I sit, it will rest against my vagina. Kassie stood, took a step back and said, "Damn, that is more beautiful than I thought it would be, kitten. I am almost jealous that you are the one wearing it."

She then moved in and started to hug me. It was a little awkward, since I had to hold my 'stand and present' position. Thankfully, Kelly said, "You may return your sister's affections, kimmy."

I lowered my arms and pulled her into a tight hug. Her arms tightened around me. Tears of joy and love started to form in our eyes. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Kassie. I will never forget what you have done for me today."

Her reply surprised me, "Please kiss me, kitten. Your mistress said it was OK." 

What started as a kiss of sisterly love, turned passionate when I pushed my tongue through her lips and into her mouth. Rather than reject my advances, Kassie moaned, hugged me tighter, if that were possible, and sucked my tongue deeper into her mouth to begin a dance with her oral muscle. 

We, eventually, pulled apart. Kassie stared at me for a few seconds, said, "Wow!" turned and sat down. 

I didn't realize that Kelly was standing beside me until I heard Melissa say, "slave kimmy, I understand you have something for your mistress."

"Yes, I do, ma'am." 

"Sam, may I have the large box, please?"

Sam handed it to me, and I gave it to Kelly. It contained an engraved brass plaque. Mistress, I wanted you to have something for your office that would be a continual reminder of the night we met at Lisa's Hideaway. I remembered these words from when I read Great Expectations and knew they would be perfect for today and for us. Only you, I, and our friends will know their true meaning to us. I read the inscription to our audience. 

"Pause you who read this and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day." 

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

Everyone applauded when I finished.

"Oh, my sweet slave. The wording is above and beyond a perfect description of us. The 'one memorable day' was Friday, May 3. The 'formation of the first link' started when you walked into Lisa's wearing white ankle socks and ended when Allyson brought you to my table. Without that first link on that memorable day, you would not be bound to me today. It is as if Mr. Dickens wrote that just for us. 

I have the perfect place for this on the wall in my office. I will see it every time I look up from my desk." 

My darling Mistress, if you look at the back, you will see that you can pull out a section to form a stand. That way you will be able to sit it on your desk and be able to see it without looking up."

Kelly smiled and tried to sound angry, "Little one, you are getting bolder in conversation with your mistress. Continued repartee like that could earn you a spanking."

"Thank you for the warning, My Mistress," I replied, grinning.

"I do have a second gift for you My Mistress." Sam handed me a small jewelry box. I gave it to Kelly.

It contained a charm in the shape of a girl's head. One side was engraved with "Kimmy", the symbol of a heart, and "Kelly." The other side was engraved "Kelly", the symbol of a heart, and 'Kimmy."

"I wanted to put 'slave kimmy' on it, Mistress, but I thought you might have a hard time explaining that if you wore it in public. This way you can say that Kimmy is a niece or some other relative. I hope you forgive me for putting the letter 'K' in capital letters rather than properly in small letters."

"kimmy, my dear, there is nothing to forgive. You were very astute in deciding how to disguise this. Would you please put it around my neck?"

After I finished, Melissa said, "You may now kiss your slave, Kelly." It, too, was a toe-curling kiss.

I barely heard Melissa saying, "Members of the Venus Coterie, it is my distinct pleasure to present our newest Mistress and her slave; Kelly and kimmy. Refreshments will be served in the parlor momentarily.

We, along with Sam and Kassie remained in the garden so some final pictures could be taken. I had been oblivious to the female photographer who had been taking pictures of the ceremony ever since Sam and I arrived at the garden. She was the same photographer that photographed us at the Abby. As I later discovered, I had even missed her taking pictures of Sam's branding. They became part of our album.

Kelly explained that she wanted a separate album for us to remember this event; "Similar to a wedding album," I thought. Kelly even insisted that photos of just Kassie and I had to be included as well as ones the three of us. I was, of course, naked in most, but was permitted to wear my gown in some. I was surprised that Kassie did not mind being included in the ones where I was naked. When we were almost finished, Kelly attached the leash to my collar again. More photos were taken including it. 

"Our guests are waiting for us in the house, kimmy. Shall we join them? "

"Kassandra, would you like to hold my pet's leash."

"It would be my pleasure, Kelly." 

I took Kelly's arm when she held it out for me. Then Kassie, on my other side, held out her arm. So, arm in arm, in arm, we walked to the house, Kassie still held my leash. Sam followed, carrying the gown I had worn. I assumed I would not be wearing any clothes anytime soon.