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

[hirarandi]

Her use of my given name threw me for a loop. I thought about the question for a long time. After serious introspection I sensed her intent and understood that I must verbalize the truth of the moment. "May I begin my answer with a negative, Kelly?"

"Yes, you may."

"I do not see the woman you just addressed, Mistress. To begin with, Kimberly is a very conservative person. As we have previously discussed, she would never wear glasses. Nor would she dress in revealing clothes like the person staring at me from the mirror. In addition, Kimberly's hair has been long since the age of eight. She would never cut her hair that short. I pulled down my tube top to expose my nipple rings and raised the front of my skirt. Kimberly would be wearing a bra and panties. She would not have pierced nipples and labia or permit an ID tag to be attached to her neither lips. The person in the mirror is, of course, a perfect image of the person standing on this side of the mirror. By logical deduction, I do not, therefore, see Kimberly. Neither do I see Kim. Because Kim is simply a contraction of Kimberly, Kimberly and Kim are the same person. The only other person I can think of is the one who was reborn yesterday morning and renamed Kimmy by her Mistress. The person in the mirror is wearing a substitute collar given to her by her Mistress. Ma'am to answer your question, the person I see in the mirror is definitely Kimmy, slave of Mistress Kelly."

"Kimmy, as I said before, you are a true jewel. I expected a simple answer and you dazzled me with something nearly poetic. But then I guess I should not have expected less. The next question, of course, is, 'Do you like the person you see in the mirror?'"

"Truthfully, I do, Mistress. I no longer want to see Kimberly or Kim. I want to see Kimmy, because you own Kimmy and I want to be owned by you."

Kelly opened the drawer and pulled out ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and four padlocks.

"Put these on, then, Kimmy."

"Shall I remove my tennis shoes and socks, Mistress?"

"Not at this moment. We can deal with them later if I decide that's what I want."

"May I sit down to put them on, Mistress?"

"Yes, you may and thank you for asking both times." She stood and watched as I obeyed her order. It is difficult to describe the look on her face. It was obvious that she was proud of me, which made me feel wonderful. As soon as I finished, she handed me the collar and lock, told me not to put them on, and said to follow her. We went into the den where she sat on a chair and ordered me to "rest."

"Pet, I have a set of rules that you must follow each time you arrive home. I say a set, because there are several, depending on circumstances.

"If we arrive together, like today, I will simply tell you how I want you to prepare yourself. Usually we will not be together during the day, except on weekends. I imagine I will normally arrive home first and will be waiting for your arrival. In any case, your collar and lock will always be on the table when you arrive. In fact, it will be your duty to insure the collar and lock are on the table before you leave, if you are not going to wear them outside the house.

Right now, I want you to kneel, hold the collar out on your outstretched hands, palms turned up, and ask me to put it on you. I rose to the kneeling position, and said, "Mistress, please honor me with the privilege of wearing your collar." I could see that she was surprised, and pleased, by my unexpected phrasing, and the fact I referred to the collar as hers."

She stood, walked behind me and buckled the collar around my neck. My heart nearly skipped a beat when I heard the padlock snap shut. 

"Except when you are at work, you normally will be with me, Allyson and/or Sam. As we previously discussed, Allyson or Sam will be your temporary Mistress and you will obey them as you obey me. Whomever is you will give you specific instructions to follow when you enter the house. When you return home from work, you will simply follow one of the following procedures:

"As soon as you enter the foyer, remove all your clothes, fold them neatly and place everything on the table. Check the drawer for cuffs. If you find any there, you will lock them on. If you find chains with the cuffs, lock them on too. If, for some reason, I want you to wear something special for me, that clothing will be on the table. You will, of course, put it on.

"If I am home, you will bring your collar to me, kneel, hold the collar in your hands, palms up, and ask me to put it on you in the manner you just followed. If I am not at home, you will leave the collar on the table until I arrive, at which time you will get it and kneel. Until I arrive you are free to do whatever you wish, unless otherwise forbidden, which is standard anytime I am not here with you."

"How will I know if you are at home?"

"I will text or call you or leave you a note on the table telling you that I will be gone. I may also call or text your cell to provide other instructions. Any lengthy instructions may be written on the note that I will leave on the table. I do realize that there will be times you may not be able to answer a call or text, but if I do leave a message, you will reply as soon as possible. If you sense a long delay, text me a short note immediately to let me know. 

"At times, I may ask Allyson or Sam to be here when you arrive. The only difference is that you will not ask them to put my collar on you.

"Is there anything you do not understand?"

"No, ma'am."

"Excellent. It is nearly six. When we have time, I will expect you to prepare all of our meals unless I have elected to eat out which is the case tonight." She handed me a key and said, "In case you hadn't noticed, all the locks are keyed alike. You may remove your ankle cuffs for now."

The Harley was our transportation again. I can't explain the reason, but the feeling of wearing a miniskirt and having the Hog vibrating between my legs and under my naked ass was much more intense than it was on Friday. (Maybe it was my new rings.)

I was surprised when we pulled into Lisa's parking lot again. I was even more surprised when she pulled a leash from the saddlebags and clipped it to my collar. "You may walk beside me, pet." She held the leash in her left hand and intertwined the fingers of her right hand with those of my left. The connections made it feel like I belonged to her, and I did.

Rebecca greeted us again as we entered. She hugged both of us. To me she whispered, "You were wonderful last night, Kimmy."

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied.

"I love your new hairstyle, too," she added. "And the glasses are very sexy."

For the third night in a row we walked to the same table, even though Lisa's was nearly full. Teasing, I commented, "Is this your own personal table, Mistress?"

Kelly smiled that knowing smile at me and said, "Yes, pet. You could say that. It is usually reserved for me except when they know I won't be here."

I was impressed. "You come here that much!" I exclaimed.

Instead of sitting down, she turned and led me towards the office. "We need to discuss something important, pet. I have already told you that there will be no secrets between us. However, I may not reveal everything at once. Tonight, I will add another piece to the puzzle that is your Mistress." When we entered the office, I thought about the fact that this is where my initiation had started twenty hours before and wondered what was in store for me now.

Kelly pulled the chair out from under the desk and said, "Sit down, pet." When I obeyed, she told me to open the top left desk drawer. "In it you will find several sheets of Lisa's letterhead stationary. Take one out and read it." The first thing I noticed was the name, "Lisa's Hideaway, LLC," beautifully engraved at the top center along with its address. The surprise was immediate. I saw Kelly's and Allyson's names and the titles "President and Vice-President," directly beneath the restaurant's name and address.

"You are the officers?" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Yes, my wonderful pet. Not only are we officers, we are the majority owners. If you remember, I told you Allyson was a business owner as well as an Information Systems professor at the University. As I said, there is a lot I will tell you about myself, but I have only one deep dark secret left; one that I will reveal at the proper time and place." Leaving me hanging with those words, she continued to explain her involvement in Lisa's Hideaway. "Allyson and I are equal partners with, as I indicated, a majority ownership. Sam owns ten percent of the company. In addition, each employee is an owner. When hired, each new employee is asked to invest a minimum of five hundred dollars in the company stock. Because many of our new employees are cash poor, they can opt to pay through payroll deductions of twenty dollars a week. If they quit before paying their full subscription, we return the accumulated deposit and they receive no stock. After one year's service, each employee is paid a quarterly stock bonus based on a percentage of profits. Because they own part of the company, employees treat the customers as they would guests in their own home. In fact, we prefer to use the term "guest" rather than customer.

"Is that why Cheryl called you 'boss' last night?"

"Yes, pet. For a moment I was afraid that she let the proverbial cat out of the bag, but, thankfully, she covered her faux pas. I just did not want you to know, at that moment."

As I looked at the stationery, I also became very aware of a small symbol before and after the line bearing their names. It was a circle with what appeared to be an inverted cross on the bottom. I had to ask. "Mistress, I noticed that the ID tags that Sam and I wear also bear this symbol. May I ask its meaning?"

"I'm going to have to be careful with you, little one. You are extremely observant. It's the symbol for Venus and for the female sex. Soon after Allyson and I graduated from college, we purchased this place and named it Lisa's. While we were bisexual, we had many girlfriends who were gay and felt like there should be a place where they could gather and be themselves. From the beginning, Lisa's has been a lesbian bar. We do get heterosexual couples here who are tolerant of the lifestyle, but most of our patrons are female. A few of the women are neither lesbian or bisexual. They simply like to get away from the male species on occasion, just to relax." I picked up the meaning of her grin.

"Since Allyson and I were also into the B&D scene, we decided to start a group with similar leanings by selecting lesbian or bisexual female couples we met as customers and who were obviously into the scene. Initial meetings were in our home, but as we grew, Lisa's became our monthly meeting place. We continued to grow, finally deciding that we didn't want the group to get too large. We agreed to limit the membership to fifty Dominants and their significant others. After a couple of meetings, everyone decided we needed a name. A university ancient history professor suggested that Venus, the goddess of love and female sexuality, should be included in the name. Venus is associated more with male-female love and sexuality, but she is also the Roman equivalent to the Greek goddess Aphrodite, who is associated with Sappho through the latter's poems. The majority decided the name Venus was preferable to either Aphrodite or Sappho. Someone else suggested adding Coterie since we were a group of like leanings. The name Venus Coterie was immediately adopted. Since the upside-down cross is the symbol of Venus, we adopted it for our group and for Lisa's stationery.

"A few months ago, someone suggested that we add the pentacle to our symbols since the novel, "The DaVinci Code" provides a detailed narrative on Venus and indicates the pentacle is Her symbol. We may add one of her pentacles since most of us like the pentacle better and, as the book indicates, it is closely related to the natural order."



"The 'natural order'? I don't understand, Mistress."



"I have studied this in detail, pet, so I feel I can speak to it honestly. In early civilization, the female was revered and held in high esteem by humankind. The female goddess reigned supreme. After all, man came from the womb of the female. A male was not considered to be 'with god' unless he had communed, sexually, with a woman. Sex was a religious rite. Along the way, the male subjugated the female, made her a second-class citizen and made sex a sin. While "The DaVinci Code" is fiction, Dale Brown brings a lot of this history to light in his novel. It is interesting reading from that aspect.



"Is the Venus Coterie the other deep dark secret to which you alluded, Mistress?"



"Oh my, no, pet, it isn't. In fact, it's not even close." Then changing the subject, she added, "I think we had better move to the dining room."


Two glasses of wine were waiting for us when we returned to our table. My seat was to Kelly's right, not across the table as one might have expected. Kelly lifted her glass and said, "A toast to us, my darling pet?" I touched the rim of my glass to hers. "To the Fates that brought us together; may they live long lives." Without consulting, we intertwined our arms so that we were "connected" while sipping. As we stared into one another's eyes and sipped our wine, the most wonderful feeling I have ever had surged through my body.