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

[hirarandi]

I was beginning to enjoy the fact that Kelly ordered for me when we ate out. She told me that once she was satisfied that she knew my likes and dislikes, my opinion would no longer be solicited. She even warned me that she would, on occasion, order what I didn't like, especially if I were being punished. After a leisurely meal, we headed home. As we pulled out of the parking lot, she placed her hand on my bare leg and said, "You're going to think I am crazy, pet, but we are going shopping again. I want you to buy more clothes for yourself. There is a T.J. Max nearby. Higher hemlines are in vogue right now and you look so damn good in the one you are wearing, we are getting more. Half an hour later I walked out of the store carrying a bag of six more minis and several tops. One skirt came with a leather belt that had large chrome grommets along its length. Kelly commented that the grommets would be excellent for bondage. I felt like most of the skirts would barely cover my ass. When I wore them, I would have to be careful even if my Mistress permitted me to wear panties. The very idea turned me on. Kelly was creating an exhibitionist out of a once-shy girl. On the other hand, it might be that I have always been an exhibitionist and only kept that desire repressed. Kelly was simply bringing these hidden attributes of my personality to the surface, and I liked it.

Immediately inside the house, Kelly ordered me to remove everything except my skirt. "I will be waiting for you in the den. Remain on all fours like a proper pet." I approached her on hands and knees less than a minute later. "You may prepare a pot of tea, Kimmy."

"Shall I bring one cup or two, Mistress?"

"Two, pet. Since you asked, you may join me. Had you not asked, I would sadly be enjoying my tea alone."

"Mistress, had I not asked, I would have only brought one cup. Your slave does not assume." I received a kiss for my honesty and politeness.

I served the tea on a tray, placing it, the pot and two cups on the end table while waiting for the tea to properly steep. I automatically knelt in front of her. She ordered me to rest. "Well, my little slut, tell me if you have enjoyed your time as my submissive pet so far. I need you to be honest. There will be times I will not permit you to express your inner feelings, but when I ask for them, I will always want complete honesty. You will never be punished for answering my questions truthfully."

"Thank you, Mistress. I can say that the only part I did not enjoy was when you whipped me with the cane during the initiation. However, at the same time, I will admit that it was, nevertheless, a highly erotic experience. Never did I ever think I could be sexually aroused by being spanked or whipped."

"As I explained, pet, some people are not turned on by sensual pain. I felt that you would be and am please I was right. I have a feeling that, in a short amount of time, you will get aroused by the mere suggestion that you are about to be whipped or spanked. My pet will confirm the theory of Pavlov's Dog."

"Ah, Mistress, because I already feel a tingle hearing you say it, I think you are correct. But then, my Mistress is never wrong!"

She grinned at my added comment. "That is excellent, because I may want to spank you on a regular basis simply for my own pleasure. Never have I had the desire to do that to anyone. And I feel a tingle from just suggesting the possibility." She then commented that the brewing tea might be ready. I took the hint, filled the two cups, handed her one, kept the other for myself, returning to my previously ordered position. While we held the cups tightly, as if warming our hands, Kelly asked, "Is there anything my pet would like her Mistress to do for her."

"Yes, there is, ma'am, but I do not think it is something that is proper for a slave to request."

"That decision is mine alone to make. I may not fulfil your desires, but I still need to hear them. As I just told you, there will never be penalties if you answer my questions with honesty."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "Mistress, I would like you to masturbate for me. Watching you will show me how you like to pleasure yourself and that will help me learn how to pleasure you better."

Even considering her comment about honesty, I wasn't sure how my request had been received. Kelly literally sat there, silently, staring at me for a long time as if she were contemplating what to do with me. It was strange watching her roll the cup back and forth in her hands while occasionally stopping only to take a sip of the tea. As for myself, I acted as nonchalant as possible. I tried my best to appear like an obedient submissive, watching my Mistress while sipping my own cup of tea.

It seemed like an hour had passed before she transferred the cup to her left hand, reached out with her right, and softly stroked my hair and the side of my face. Like the pet I had become, I leaned my head into her hand and purred like a kitten. The feeling of her love was intense as she commented, "Wow! I never saw that coming. I expected a more hedonistic request. 

"I want you to know that the only time anyone ever watched me masturbate was when my Mistress forced me to do it for her. Your request was honest and the absolute last thing I had expected. While you will not be punished, I will want to extract some payment for the privilege you are about to receive. I do not know how the Fates brought us together, my darling, but, as I have already said, and will most likely say again, I am glad they did. The Fates are, of course, female, so I am sure they knew that I needed you, and I think, that you needed me." Kelly stood and said, "Rise, my slave, and undress your Mistress."

My hands trembled as I obeyed. Once she was naked, I was ordered to kneel at rest. She sat, spread her legs, and said, "It will be much easier to fulfill your request if you remove my piercing, little one. Move closer so your knees are touching the sofa." In two days, Kelly had become my queen. I belonged to her, as her subject, and considered it a privilege to be able to touch her most holy place. I knelt and carefully removed the horseshoe and pendant. When I finished, I returned to my rest position.

Kelly then treated me to the most sensuous exhibition I had ever witnessed. I can barely describe it. The best I can do is say that she leaned back, moved her hips to the edge of the sofa, closed her eyes and started to play her body like a musical instrument. I was mesmerized watching her fingers move back and forth from vagina to clit to nipple and back. I could feel her rise up the ladder to the top of an erotic high. Fingers of one hand entered her vagina while the other hand squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples. I watched slowly as her fingers slid through her folds, collecting her copious juices, then wet a nipple with them and massage them in. More juices were rubbed over her clit. She followed this routine over and over. While giving herself the ultimate pleasure, she was, at the same time, really teaching me how to please her as I had requested. What a wonderful gift I was receiving! I watched her breathing become faster and shallower. The desire to start masturbating myself was nearly overwhelming, but to do that I would have to ask permission. Nothing would make me interrupt her now. Once the signs of her impending climax started to become more evident, I anxiously waited for the explosion.

Suddenly she stopped and opened her eyes. She leaned forward, removed my glasses and in a halting voice explained, "My dear slut, your Mistress may have demonstrated how she pleasures herself, but there is no way that she is going to complete that act with her fingers when she has your lips and tongue at her disposal. It is time to make yourself useful."

Now, who in their right mind could resist an invitation like that, especially after having witnessed such a highly erotic exhibition? I leaned forward and thrust my tongue into Kelly's hot tunnel. A deep-seated moan of "Yes!" came from her throat. Her legs wrapped around my back while she simultaneously grabbed my hair to reposition my mouth and tongue over her blood-engorged clit. It only took a few seconds before a violent climax shuddered through her body. Her legs tightened around me and her hands strengthened their grip on my head as if she were trying to reverse the sequence of birth. Barely able to breathe, I could still inhale the wonderful scent of her sexual essence. As the pressure welding my mouth to Kelly's shrine eased, I was prepared to pleasure her more for as long as she desired. That was my desire, but it was not to be. Without relinquishing her grip on my head, she pulled me up and kissed my lips, wet with her juices, then hugged me tightly for the longest time. 

"Well, pet," she said, breaking the silent reverie, "I hope that satisfied your curiosity."

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you so very much for granting your slave such an honor."

"From the perspective of your Mistress, dear pet, that was so fantastic we will be doing it again!"

Kelly touched my nipple rings softly and said, "I know Sam cleaned these for you this morning and said that you should do it several times a day." I nodded and she continued, "Well, I want you to know that, since I now own this body, I will be the only one who will clean them. Run upstairs and bring me the Campho Phoenique and some Q-tips."

When I returned, the green bottle in hand, I noticed a rectangular strip of leather on Kelly's lap. Grommets lined the longer sides of the strip. A leather lace lay on the sofa beside her. I assumed these were bondage items but had no idea how they were to be used. 

I was ordered to kneel, facing away from my Mistress. "Put your arms behind your back and grip the opposite forearm as close to your elbow as possible." Once I complied, I waited patiently as she wrapped the leather around my forearms, and threaded the lace through the grommets, creating a tube that held my arms immobile. I then turned and knelt facing her while she patiently cleaned the hardened body fluids from each of my four rings before rotating the antiseptic coated metal through the pierced holes. I knew the pain would diminish somewhat each day as the healing process continued, but the intensity was still high. I closed my eyes to grin and bear the badges of my submission. "Since we have to work in the morning, maybe we should head for the bedroom."