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

[hirarandi]

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

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

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

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

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

"I promise, Mistress."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Mistress."

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

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

"I'm sorry Mistress."

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

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

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

"The dress, ma'am."

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

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

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

"Ma'am?"

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

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

"They are yours, Mistress."

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

"My Mistress is never wrong."

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Jennifer."

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