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

[hirarandi]

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

"Yes, Mistress, I do."

"Can you continue to hold it?"

"Not much longer, Mistress."

"Why haven't you said something?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Then, I command you to total silence."

"What is your name?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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