14-01-2020, 03:14 AM
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To my surprise and disappointment, I found myself staring at a pair of white, nearly-transparent nylon panties. They were a thong, but I couldn't' tell from my angle. She must have put them on while I was in the office with Sam.
"Don't look so dismayed, my lovely slave. You will get the opportunity to worship my Shrine later. However, as you will learn, many times you will have to earn the privilege. Since you are going to be doing it in front of my friends, this is one of those times you must earn the privilege by being spanked for my pleasure and for the pleasure of your audience. You will probably feel the need to cry out. That is permitted under the Command of Total Silence. Just do not speak, even to use your safe word."
"Sam, please be Kimmy's mentor and coach for the rest of her initiation."
"I will, Miss Kelly. Thank you."
"Place yourself over my lap, with your ass facing your audience."
Kelly started by running her hand softly over my bare behind. Her attention made me purr like a little kitten. When I was fully relaxed, she quickly raised the hand and brought it down hard. I did yelp, primarily because of the surprise, even though it did hurt.
"Your ass marks well, my dear. The imprint of my hand is nearly perfect and is a nice color.
I received twenty-four more solid swats with her hand. She worked every square inch of my butt from the bottom curve, which, I later learned, she called the sweet spot, up. After rubbing her hand over the injured surface again, she commented, "And you heat up well, too.
"The hairbrush now, please, Sam."
My Mistress didn't hold back this time either. I was very glad that she had warmed me up with her hand. The crack of the brush on my bare flesh echoed throughout the room. I did cry out each time the brush connected with flesh, glad that she said that wasn't breaking silence. Oh, damn did that brush hurt. I don't know how many times she spanked me, but Kelly quickly got into a rhythm moving from one cheek to the other, striking every couple seconds.
When tears started streaking my face, Sam knelt and looked into my eyes. "Kimmy, I can honestly say that I know how much you are hurting. You don't realize it now, but you might get to the point when you will look forward to being spanked. I know I do. Just hang in there. You're a real trooper. I know you need to cry. That is permitted." The kiss she gave me helped a little, and so did her tongue flittering into my mouth. I was happy that Kelly didn't order me to count and thank her for each stroke. "Total Silence" is sometimes worth it.
The harsh spanking finally ended. At least I hoped it had. Tears covered my face, streamed down my cheeks, mixed with mucus from my nose, and dripped from my chin. Sam continued to stroke my head and cheeks during my ordeal. She also kept whispering words of encouragement. Finally, it was over.
"In case you didn't count to yourself, or you lost count, pet, you just received fifty smacks with the brush. I know your ass is quite tender and sore now. The pink color left over from the hand spanking has been replaced by a bright red. There will be bruising from the hairbrush. Know that, except for when you are disobedient, that was the worst spanking you will ever receive from me. "Kneel."
Once in position, I had to kiss the back of the brush. After Sam cleaned my face with a damp washcloth and dry towel, Kelly stood and raised the skirt of her dress to her waist. "You may now remove my panties, pet, but only with your mouth" I was pleased that she had made the task easier for me. The thong she was wearing was tied with wide ribbons, in bows, at her sides. All I needed to do was grasp a loose end of each bow with my teeth and pull. When the garment fell to the floor, I was instructed to pick it up in my mouth and give it to Sam. I could smell her essence when I did. It was like an aphrodisiac.
Kelly sat in the chair and spread her legs. Finally, I was given a perfect view of her bare cunt, the pendant and the chain. I was truly disappointed once again when she stopped me just as I was about to lean forward. There was nothing I wanted to do more at that point in time than worship Her Shrine.
"You may relax, my pet." I misunderstood her command. I sat back on my legs, but I couldn't quite lay my hands on my spread legs and knew she would not mind that I wasn't quite in the proper position. "Don't look so sad. I promise I will give you the command to worship me in a moment. First, I want to explain something." I loved that grin. "I want to be sure you are always able to distinguish between the act of worshipping your Mistress' Shrine and making love to your Mistress. Making love, as the phrase indicates, is an intimate act between two people who care deeply for one another. For the two of us, it will always involve foreplay and will normally be a mutual act, meaning, both of us will usually achieve a climax.
"Worshiping your Mistress' Shrine, on the other hand is an intimate act of veneration of your Mistress. One might say that it is a unilateral act in that your Mistress will be the only one who achieves a climax. It is an action in which you give, and She receives. To insure this distinction is always recognized, you will never reap the reward of sexual climax when you worship in this manner. The pleasure you will receive is that of knowing the pleasure you have given your Mistress. In addition, She will always sit or stand over you and you will always be on your knees, as one should be when one worships. This may not be the case with all Mistresses, but it is with yours.
"You may first kiss my boots, then you may worship me in the manner you so deeply desire," Once I kissed her boots, she spread her legs to permit easy entrance to her Shrine. Listening to her and being able to perform this simple act of adoration increased the high sexual plateau on which I was already riding. Maybe I was entering the subspace she had talked about, I still didn't know. Well, I guess I wouldn't know until I arrived, since I have no idea what it is. Ok, readers, don't laugh at me.
I didn't even mind consummating this normally private act in front of an audience. In fact, deep down, I was pleased to show them my reverence towards Kelly. Oh, how I had changed in little more than twenty-four hours. The way I felt, I would have worshiped her on the stage at Radio City Music Hall before a full house, if that were legal. At this moment in time and space no one existed except my Mistress as far as I was concerned. It was as she had described. Kelly put her hand on the back of my head and asked, "What did I do to deserve you, little one? You make me so wet." I felt the same as I lapped at her essence.
I could feel her body begin to tense. Tightening the grip she had on my hair, she moaned, "Oh, gawd, yes, this is the way it should always be." I was feeling wonderful that I was going to give her the climax she desired, when she suddenly stopped me by pulling me up by my hair and kissed me.
"You can finish what you started later, my darling slut, but I must be strong and make you stop. We are both riding high and I, for one, need to stay there. If I climax, I may not be able to complete what I want, and need, to do to you tonight." How can I describe the disappointment, mixed with concern, I felt at that instant?
Sam removed the chair from the stage when Kelly stood. "You may now stand and remove your Mistress' dress." I worked on opening the remaining buttons of her dress from the waist up. She turned and I pulled it off her shoulders. "Give it to Sam, and kneel," she ordered when she faced me again. I looked up at her in admiration. The chains connecting her rings added to the radiance I saw. I WAS a slave, not merely a submissive, to this beautiful woman. She had quickly captivated, then captured me, as no male had been able to do. She was not a model or a raving beauty, but then neither was I. Still, she was beautiful, and, to me, at this moment, she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. I hoped she thinks the same of her slave. Again, I wondered how I could have changed so much overnight. Maybe a submissive streak had always been inside me, as she said. She was the first to recognize it and bring it to the surface.
"I will now give you an opportunity to use some of the intelligence I have given you credit for having. You will pay homage to your Mistress through what many consider the ultimate act of submission. Only you must determine what that is. I must warn you, though; it won't take a Harvard graduate to figure it out. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the seat of the chair and spread her legs slightly. Without hesitation I moved forward and kissed the puckered flower of her anus. As if it had a mind of its own, my tongue moved through my lips and delicately started to trail over and around the rosebud. "Oh, yes, baby! I knew you wouldn't need much training," Kelly moaned.
Her words were a catalyst. Since she had given no instructions, probably on purpose, I assumed I was free to do what I thought was proper to show complete and unequivocal homage to her. I pushed my tongue forward and through the tight muscle. I was disappointed when she suddenly stood up, forcing me to break contact. Kneeling down she placed her hands on my cheeks and whispered, "I'll give you many chances to finish that, too, you slut. We have other tasks to complete here first, though. Just know that you have made me the proudest woman in this room and extremely happy that no one discovered your proclivities or found you before I did."
"Don't look so dismayed, my lovely slave. You will get the opportunity to worship my Shrine later. However, as you will learn, many times you will have to earn the privilege. Since you are going to be doing it in front of my friends, this is one of those times you must earn the privilege by being spanked for my pleasure and for the pleasure of your audience. You will probably feel the need to cry out. That is permitted under the Command of Total Silence. Just do not speak, even to use your safe word."
"Sam, please be Kimmy's mentor and coach for the rest of her initiation."
"I will, Miss Kelly. Thank you."
"Place yourself over my lap, with your ass facing your audience."
Kelly started by running her hand softly over my bare behind. Her attention made me purr like a little kitten. When I was fully relaxed, she quickly raised the hand and brought it down hard. I did yelp, primarily because of the surprise, even though it did hurt.
"Your ass marks well, my dear. The imprint of my hand is nearly perfect and is a nice color.
I received twenty-four more solid swats with her hand. She worked every square inch of my butt from the bottom curve, which, I later learned, she called the sweet spot, up. After rubbing her hand over the injured surface again, she commented, "And you heat up well, too.
"The hairbrush now, please, Sam."
My Mistress didn't hold back this time either. I was very glad that she had warmed me up with her hand. The crack of the brush on my bare flesh echoed throughout the room. I did cry out each time the brush connected with flesh, glad that she said that wasn't breaking silence. Oh, damn did that brush hurt. I don't know how many times she spanked me, but Kelly quickly got into a rhythm moving from one cheek to the other, striking every couple seconds.
When tears started streaking my face, Sam knelt and looked into my eyes. "Kimmy, I can honestly say that I know how much you are hurting. You don't realize it now, but you might get to the point when you will look forward to being spanked. I know I do. Just hang in there. You're a real trooper. I know you need to cry. That is permitted." The kiss she gave me helped a little, and so did her tongue flittering into my mouth. I was happy that Kelly didn't order me to count and thank her for each stroke. "Total Silence" is sometimes worth it.
The harsh spanking finally ended. At least I hoped it had. Tears covered my face, streamed down my cheeks, mixed with mucus from my nose, and dripped from my chin. Sam continued to stroke my head and cheeks during my ordeal. She also kept whispering words of encouragement. Finally, it was over.
"In case you didn't count to yourself, or you lost count, pet, you just received fifty smacks with the brush. I know your ass is quite tender and sore now. The pink color left over from the hand spanking has been replaced by a bright red. There will be bruising from the hairbrush. Know that, except for when you are disobedient, that was the worst spanking you will ever receive from me. "Kneel."
Once in position, I had to kiss the back of the brush. After Sam cleaned my face with a damp washcloth and dry towel, Kelly stood and raised the skirt of her dress to her waist. "You may now remove my panties, pet, but only with your mouth" I was pleased that she had made the task easier for me. The thong she was wearing was tied with wide ribbons, in bows, at her sides. All I needed to do was grasp a loose end of each bow with my teeth and pull. When the garment fell to the floor, I was instructed to pick it up in my mouth and give it to Sam. I could smell her essence when I did. It was like an aphrodisiac.
Kelly sat in the chair and spread her legs. Finally, I was given a perfect view of her bare cunt, the pendant and the chain. I was truly disappointed once again when she stopped me just as I was about to lean forward. There was nothing I wanted to do more at that point in time than worship Her Shrine.
"You may relax, my pet." I misunderstood her command. I sat back on my legs, but I couldn't quite lay my hands on my spread legs and knew she would not mind that I wasn't quite in the proper position. "Don't look so sad. I promise I will give you the command to worship me in a moment. First, I want to explain something." I loved that grin. "I want to be sure you are always able to distinguish between the act of worshipping your Mistress' Shrine and making love to your Mistress. Making love, as the phrase indicates, is an intimate act between two people who care deeply for one another. For the two of us, it will always involve foreplay and will normally be a mutual act, meaning, both of us will usually achieve a climax.
"Worshiping your Mistress' Shrine, on the other hand is an intimate act of veneration of your Mistress. One might say that it is a unilateral act in that your Mistress will be the only one who achieves a climax. It is an action in which you give, and She receives. To insure this distinction is always recognized, you will never reap the reward of sexual climax when you worship in this manner. The pleasure you will receive is that of knowing the pleasure you have given your Mistress. In addition, She will always sit or stand over you and you will always be on your knees, as one should be when one worships. This may not be the case with all Mistresses, but it is with yours.
"You may first kiss my boots, then you may worship me in the manner you so deeply desire," Once I kissed her boots, she spread her legs to permit easy entrance to her Shrine. Listening to her and being able to perform this simple act of adoration increased the high sexual plateau on which I was already riding. Maybe I was entering the subspace she had talked about, I still didn't know. Well, I guess I wouldn't know until I arrived, since I have no idea what it is. Ok, readers, don't laugh at me.
I didn't even mind consummating this normally private act in front of an audience. In fact, deep down, I was pleased to show them my reverence towards Kelly. Oh, how I had changed in little more than twenty-four hours. The way I felt, I would have worshiped her on the stage at Radio City Music Hall before a full house, if that were legal. At this moment in time and space no one existed except my Mistress as far as I was concerned. It was as she had described. Kelly put her hand on the back of my head and asked, "What did I do to deserve you, little one? You make me so wet." I felt the same as I lapped at her essence.
I could feel her body begin to tense. Tightening the grip she had on my hair, she moaned, "Oh, gawd, yes, this is the way it should always be." I was feeling wonderful that I was going to give her the climax she desired, when she suddenly stopped me by pulling me up by my hair and kissed me.
"You can finish what you started later, my darling slut, but I must be strong and make you stop. We are both riding high and I, for one, need to stay there. If I climax, I may not be able to complete what I want, and need, to do to you tonight." How can I describe the disappointment, mixed with concern, I felt at that instant?
Sam removed the chair from the stage when Kelly stood. "You may now stand and remove your Mistress' dress." I worked on opening the remaining buttons of her dress from the waist up. She turned and I pulled it off her shoulders. "Give it to Sam, and kneel," she ordered when she faced me again. I looked up at her in admiration. The chains connecting her rings added to the radiance I saw. I WAS a slave, not merely a submissive, to this beautiful woman. She had quickly captivated, then captured me, as no male had been able to do. She was not a model or a raving beauty, but then neither was I. Still, she was beautiful, and, to me, at this moment, she was the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world. I hoped she thinks the same of her slave. Again, I wondered how I could have changed so much overnight. Maybe a submissive streak had always been inside me, as she said. She was the first to recognize it and bring it to the surface.
"I will now give you an opportunity to use some of the intelligence I have given you credit for having. You will pay homage to your Mistress through what many consider the ultimate act of submission. Only you must determine what that is. I must warn you, though; it won't take a Harvard graduate to figure it out. She turned, bent over, placed her hands on the seat of the chair and spread her legs slightly. Without hesitation I moved forward and kissed the puckered flower of her anus. As if it had a mind of its own, my tongue moved through my lips and delicately started to trail over and around the rosebud. "Oh, yes, baby! I knew you wouldn't need much training," Kelly moaned.
Her words were a catalyst. Since she had given no instructions, probably on purpose, I assumed I was free to do what I thought was proper to show complete and unequivocal homage to her. I pushed my tongue forward and through the tight muscle. I was disappointed when she suddenly stood up, forcing me to break contact. Kneeling down she placed her hands on my cheeks and whispered, "I'll give you many chances to finish that, too, you slut. We have other tasks to complete here first, though. Just know that you have made me the proudest woman in this room and extremely happy that no one discovered your proclivities or found you before I did."
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