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

[hirarandi]

Kelly, Sam and I formed a reception line. As each person approached, Sam introduced me as "kimmy, Mistress Kelly's new sub." She would then introduce them to me. Each member welcomed me into the society with a kiss, this time on the cheek, then congratulated Kelly on her good luck. Since my mind was in cloud nine, by the time the reception line ended, I couldn't remember most of the names or faces, except one, since I already knew it.

I was pleasantly surprised to see Rachel. She was wearing a white belt. After kissing me she commented. "kimmy, I must admit that when you first checked into the hotel, I just knew that neck was perfect for wearing a collar. To be honest, though, I figured you were the dominant type. I don't know how I could have been so wrong."

Surprisingly, the conversation, during the reception was like what one might expect at any party. I was the newcomer, and everyone was interested in me, my background, my interests, etc. Cheryl and Jennifer carried trays around the room, offering glasses of Asti Spumante to everyone. At one point a toast was made welcoming "their new member." Not one word was exchanged about BDSM or sex, or the fact that Sam and I remained chained together and at the end of Kelly's leash. I felt they were genuinely interested in me as a person while they integrated me into their group.

Soon, Kelly announced that it was time to leave. Allyson handed me a bag and said it contained all our clothes. As Kelly tugged on the leash, I knew we would be wearing only our gowns during the trip home. Since we weren't separated, Sam held my hand as we sat together in the back seat of the car. Before driving out of the parking lot, Kelly turned around and asked, "Any regrets, Pet?"

"No, Mistress, none at all." I honestly meant that, too. "May I ask one question, though?"

"You said you'd explain everything, but I am curious about one aspect of this evening. I have been with you nearly every moment since we met last evening. How did you arrange to have it held?"

She laughed and replied, "I have to give Allyson all the credit, dear. When I talked to her while you were still sleeping this morning, I said that I thought you would agree to be my slave until Monday. I also mentioned that, while I had a strong feeling you might agree to remain in my care after Monday, I, like you was a little afraid that the intensity I had planned for your introduction to the scene, might be too much, and you would not want to stay with me. She suggested that since the Coterie was meeting tonight, I might want to have you initiated rather than wait another month. Realizing the initiation was even more than what I had planned, I said that I'd have to let her know. When you asked to change your initial trial period to a month, I knew the die was cast. If you remember, just before we left to check you out of the hotel, I made a quick phone call saying, 'I had the package and we could unwrap it tonight.' I was talking to Allyson and you were the package. Your initiation, of course, was the 'unwrapping,' At that point Allyson set everything in motion to get the rings, your ID tag and let all the members know so they could dress appropriately. The dominas usually wear white gowns like they wore tonight. Normally the subs attend the meeting in some form of bondage. Many are nude or partly nude. When there is an initiation, everyone except the initiate is dressed. She then explained the basics of the initiation ritual which can change depending on the desires of the Mistress. Allyson had a blank check on making the arrangements because Kelly knew that anything she decided would be perfect. 

When we arrived at the house, Allyson parked at the end of the driveway. I was shocked to learn that I had to get out of the car and walk in while still chained to Sam. Even though the probability of being seen was remote at 1 AM, I was concerned. Obviously, Kelly wasn't. Doing it did give me a thrill. Once inside Kelly asked Allyson if Sam could spend the night. "Of course, she can, Kelly. Just send her home when you are finished with her in the morning." I later learned that their house was only a block away. Allyson kissed each of us then said, "I am truly glad you are one of us, Kimmy. Thanks for walking into our lounge last night even if it was accidental." Her passionate goodbye kiss included familiarization with her tongue. She also kissed Sam telling her that she would see her the next day. "You may stay as long as Kelly needs you, dear."

"This has been a long day, girls," Kelly said. I think we should go to bed. We can discuss anything you want in the morning, pet." Once there, she directed us to remove our gowns. We loosened the tie at the neck, pushed the fabric off our shoulders and let them drop to the floor.

When she announced that we would all be sleeping in her bed, I announced that I had to use the bathroom. "I am sure Sam does, too, pet. You may go together."

Using the toilet with someone else in the room was somewhat embarrassing to me. I don't remember doing it since I was potty trained. Until today, that is. I had an understanding with Jeff that he could not enter the bathroom if I was using the toilet. 

This time it was even more embarrassing than having Sam in the room when I emptied the enema from my bowels. The little wench kneeled in front of me, told me to spread my legs so she could watch the urine flow from my body. Then I had to do the same to her. Truthfully, it was a little sensuous, but I'll never admit it.

While we were in the master (Mistress) bathroom, Kelly used the downstairs one. After kissing good night, we all climbed into Kelly's bed, totally exhausted. As they had planned, I ended up sandwiched between the two of them in a spoon. Sam was behind me, her arm over my side holding my breast while I did the same to Kelly. And, yes, our collars were still connected by the chain. What a wonderful way to fall asleep.