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

[hirarandi]

"Mistress, I replied, "Just the sound of the lock closing gives me a feeling I cannot describe. All I need to do is use my safe word and you would release me. But I want to be chained to your bed because it also chains me to you."

The chain was long enough to give me freedom to move off the bed, but I couldn't really go anywhere. I wondered why she didn't use a shorter one. My question was answered when she opened a drawer and, removed a dildo and slowly strapped it on. Damn, it was like watching a reverse strip tease, only with a minimal amount of clothing. The extra length of chain would permit me to move about the bed while we made love, which we did for the next hour. 

I watched the dildo bob up and down as Kelly climbed onto the bed and moved over me. She delicately kissed my lips before moving down to my breasts, biting and sucking each one. "Now, my little one, I am going to fuck your eyes out."

"Oh, please don't do that, my Mistress, I need my eyes to see your beauty."

"Then I will just fuck you silly, my dear." She placed the head of her fake cock at the entrance to my tunnel of love and, with two quick strokes, rammed it home. I was so wet no additional lubrication was necessary. 

The sensation of being filled so quickly was fantastic. "Oh, my gawd, Mistress. Yes! Please fuck me!" I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tightly against me. I smiled to myself when I heard the rattle of the chain when I wrapped my legs over her hips. Instead of "fucking me silly" as promised, her thrusting slowed to a sensuous slow movement of making love. Her lips covered mine again and her tongue invaded my mouth, moving in and out in sync with the movement of her hips pushing and pulling the dildo. Soon I pushed her tongue back into her mouth with mine and began fucking her oral cavity in sync with the dildo, until I violently climaxed.

Kelly continued to lie on top of me for the longest time, passionately kissing, with the dildo still imbedded in me, until she surprised me by saying, "I want you to fuck me now, pet."

"Mistress?"

"Have you ever fucked anyone with a dildo, pet."

"No, ma'am, I haven't"

"I am pleased that I will be your first. Many mistresses will not permit a sub to be on top, but I will grant you that privilege. Remove the harness off me and strap it on yourself." Having watched Kelly put the harness on, made it easy for me to duplicate the process, although it wasn't quite as easy because I did it while still kneeling on the bed between her legs. She smiled watching me through the whole process. As soon as I finished tightening the final strap, she raised her arms to me and said, "Ok, little one, come and make love to your Mistress." 

As I was slowly thrusting the dildo into her and simultaneously kissing her, I understood why many mistresses forbid their submissive from ever being in the superior position. Fucking someone gives one the feeling of power, the feeling a sub should probably not have. I also realized that is the same reason some men try to subjugate women. They feel that their dick gives them power over the female. I was pleased that my Mistress was permitting me to love her in this way. 

Once Kelly climaxed, I discarded the dildo and harness, but not before she watched me lick all her juices from it. We remained on the bed, kissing and loving one another. Fingers trailed over bodies as if exploring and finding new territory for the first time. I was sucking on her nipple while slowly thrusting two fingers into her pussy when Kelly suddenly said, "Pet, your fingers feel so good, I am going to permit you another first. I want to feel you inside me, not a dildo."

"I don't understand, Mistress."

"I want to feel your hand inside me, dear. I want you to fist me." 

"I don't think I can, Mistress." 

"Are you saying that you don't know what fisting is, little one."

"I have heard of it, Mistress, but I am not sure I can do it."

"Of course you can, pet, because I want you to and you must do whatever your Mistress wants."

"You misunderstand, Mistress. What I mean is I cannot imagine how my fist could possibly fit inside you."

"Oh, little one. Think about it for a moment, if a baby can come out of my vagina, surely your fist can fit in. You may need to use a little lubricant, however. There is a bottle in the drawer on your side of the bed. I will instruct you the rest of the way."

Kelly scooted up to the head of the bed, put two pillows under her head and shoulders to prop herself up just enough to watch. Once I placed the bottle of lube on the bed and sat down beside Kelly with my feet towards her head, she slung one leg over mine and pulled her other leg up so her foot was close to her ass. For a moment I just stared at her vagina thinking about how much more beautiful it is when compared to the male penis. I don't mean to insult my male readers, but that is my opinion; the opinion of a converted lesbian. 

I slowly stroked her inner and outer lips until I had touched every part of her vaginal area, stopped only by Kelly's loving bark, "OK, slut, it's time to stop admiring your Mistress' pussy and start obeying her. You may begin by fucking me with two of your fingers like you were before. You won't need the lube yet. I must be dripping already." I affirmed her remark.

"May I taste you first, Mistress."

"You may, little one."

I slipped my index and middle finger into her canal, removed them and sucked on her sweet juices. I think I could have done that all night but had to obey her orders. After working the two fingers in and out a couple times Kelly told me to massage her g-spot before telling me to add a third, then eventually a fourth finger. Soon, when I pushed in, my hand was in her nearly up to my knuckles. "You are tight, Mistress. I don't think I can go any deeper."

"Oh, as I said before, dear, you can, and you will. Your hand feels so damn good already. It's time to spread some lube over your hand and knuckles." Once I did that, she told me to cup my hand slightly and put my thumb in the center of the cup and push harder. I felt her vagina yielding to the pressure, but stopped when she started moaning heavily, "Oh, fuck, pet, just push it in. I want to feel your whole hand inside me."

"But, Mistress, I don't want to hurt you."

I was surprised when she reached down, grabbed my wrist with both her hands and pulled hard forcing my hand to disappear up to the wrist. "Oh, my gawd, I screamed, it's inside you." 

I looked up and saw her eyes had turned to slits. The look on her face was one of amazement. "Fuck me, pet. Please move your hand." Two strokes later, she started to climax. I could both feel and see her body shaking. I started to pull my hand back out, but somehow she grabbed my wrists again and shouted, "No, leave it in, pet. I'll tell you when to stop."

Several minutes later, when she finally settled down, I was permitted to remove my hand. Knowing what she would want, I thoroughly licked her juices off it. "Damn, kimmy, you are amazing. After that demonstration, I think we each need one more round. Get on your back. We ended our love making session in a 69. 

We fell asleep, exhausted, Kelly on her back and I on my stomach, her arm under me and my hand grasping her breast.

In the morning, after performing our bathroom routines, including showering together, I dressed Kelly for the day. I also prepared breakfast. We ate at the table; she was clothed and I was naked. In fact, I remained naked until after the kitchen was clean. My clothes for work were already on the bed when Kelly advised me that it was time to dress. While Kelly had hinted at the possibility, or should I say probability, I saw that a bra and panties were not included in her selection. I was pleased, however, that she had selected one of my power suits with a jacket.

While she watched, I pulled on thigh highs and the white silk blouse we had purchased. My nipples and rings were quite evident beneath the material and I knew that I would not be removing the jacket all day. My surprise came when I pulled the skirt over my hips. It was one I brought with me, so I knew it should have ended just below my knees. Now it ended about three inches above them. "How..." I started to ask.

"That is the task Sam performed for me yesterday. She is an accomplished seamstress. I asked her to shorten all your skirts while we were out so they would meet my criteria for your clothing. You look sexier when you wear shorter skirts." Another part of Kimberly had disappeared. Correction, more of kimmy was appearing.

Finally, Kelly handed me the new black pumps with four-inch heels. I immediately knew this would be a test for me. I had never worn heels higher than two-inches to work. I wondered how I would be able to wear these until evening.

My plan for the day was to hold detailed information sessions, for small functional groups of employees, to inform them how the new software system would affect their areas. I had, of course, advised Kelly of this. Ergo, her selection of clothing met what she knew I could properly wear. At the same time, I knew, beyond a doubt, that I was going to be self-conscious about my new look and my naked condition underneath my prim and proper clothes.

I assumed Kelly intended to drop me off and was surprised when she tossed me the keys to her car. "I usually ride the Harley to college, pet. I don't think it would look appropriate for you to be on the back of it when you arrive at work."

She was right, of course, but I said, "But, Mistress, I've never driven an expensive car like that. What if something happens?" (In case I forgot to mention it, her car is a BMW Z4).

"I would consider that to be grounds for an extremely heavy caning session," she chuckled, then added, "maybe one worthy of being done in public at Lisa's."

"That is incentive enough for me to be EXTREMELY careful, Mistress," I chided.

The morning sessions went quite well, and since I involved myself intensely in my work, I quickly forgot about my "condition." The last lecture before lunch was given to a section of the warehouse personnel. I had each person prepare cards to be placed in front of them so I could easily learn their names and position. I have found that being able to address people by their name creates a bond of friendship and makes training easier. Learning their names also gives me the advantage of not having them introduce themselves again when I started working on a one-to-one basis during the actual installation. At the end of the lecture, just before lunch, one of the supervisors approached me. "What can I do for you Sandra?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if you would mind having lunch with me," she replied. "There are some issues I need to discuss with you as soon as possible."

Quite often, as I got deeper involved in installations, I would schedule working lunches with one or more of the employees, but was usually free this early in the program, and knew I would enjoy the company. Hunter had an excellent buffet line in their café. We both selected Caesar salad (I had taken a menu home and Kelly had pre-approved this for today). While we were in line, Sandra asked if I had cut my hair over the weekend. I confirmed that I had and wondered when she had seen me. I thought her face was familiar, but I hadn't been in the warehouse yet. Sandra suggested a table across the room that was unoccupied and somewhat removed from the other employees, explaining, "What I want to tell you is a little personal and not work related. I don't want to be overheard." My curiosity was piqued.

After we each had taken a bite of our salad, Sandra looked at me and said, "I wanted to have some private time with you because I have to make a confession. Do you realize that we have already been introduced?"

"I did think your face looked familiar, but I just assumed I had seen you around the plant since you are a supervisor. Truthfully, though, I do not remember being formally introduced. Saying that is embarrassing because I pride myself in being able to easily remember names and faces."

"I'm sure you don't remember because of your state of mind when we met." Her comment only increased my confusion. She continued, "Let me explain in a circuitous way, because, as I indicated, what I have to say is personal and I need you to know so it doesn't interfere with our working relationship. When you introduced yourself to the class this morning, you said your name is Kimberly, but you prefer that we call you Kim." I nodded assent. "May I assume that kimmy is your slave name, then?"

My eyes got as big as saucers and my mouth opened so quickly, I am sure she heard my chin hit the table.