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

[hirarandi]

I could feel the heat of embarrassment in my face when Sandra's comment revealed that she had knowledge of my submissive relationship. My initial response was, of course, emotional panic. I didn't want anyone outside the membership to know; especially anyone where I was working. Kelly assured me that the secrecy of the Society was sacrosanct among the members. How did Sandra find out? 

Needless to say, instead of keeping my mouth shut I panicked "Ohmygawd! This can't get out. I'll lose my job! Ho...How...How...," I stuttered.

Sandra respectfully interrupted me by holding her finger against her lips, smiled, and completed my sentence for me. "How did I know that you were Kelly's slave?" I nodded. "I was at your initiation Saturday night. When I saw you there, I knew you looked familiar, but couldn't place you. Your hair is different today, so I didn't recognize you when I first entered the classroom. As the morning progressed, I finally realized you were our new member. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm glad that you 'are one of us.' It is important, to me, fort you to know that I am also a member of the Society."

I was a still a little upset, more from embarrassment than anything else. "Shit, how many others around here know?" I asked.

Sandra understood the antagonistic tone of my question. "You needn't be concerned, Kim. Your secret is safe." Holding up her hand she displayed a ring like mine. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before when she added, "I guess you could say that we are sisters in the scene. Nearly every Society submissive wears an 'O ring' like ours, only a few wear it 24/7. It's all up to the Mistress. I also wear an ID tag like yours. Only the engraving is different. To answer your question, only one other person in the company knows you are a slave and that is because she is a member of the Society and is my Mistress. I probably shouldn't have told you, because you will now wonder about each person you see."

"Then just tell me her name."

"I can't. It is against the rules of the Society. Only the member is permitted to divulge her status, unless you see her at a meeting or get-together first, just like I saw you. I must tell you that, on Saturday night I mentioned to Mistress that you looked familiar. She did not reveal that you were the person installing our new software, even though I now realize that she knew. She let me discover that on my own. When I was initiated, I was so traumatized that I didn't remember a single face that was there. I'm sure it is the same for you." I smiled and nodded to confirm her statement.

"Mistress Kelly hasn't mentioned any rules like that to me."

"She probably doesn't think you need that information yet. Trust me when I say that she is positive you will not divulge your situation to anyone at this stage in your submissive life. I also know she will need to explain all our rules of secrecy to you soon. I'm sure there hasn't been a reason for my Mistress to reveal her identity to you, yet. I know she will introduce herself to you as soon as she can. As I said, when I was positive you were the same person I watched being initiated, I knew I had to introduce myself as quickly as possible since we will be working closely together the next few months. It wouldn't be right for you to see us some night at Lisa's without knowing."

With a sigh of relief, I thanked her and laughed when she commented, "I bet Kelly has found a way to insure you will be aware of your status all day, right?" When I nodded and whispered that I was not wearing underwear, she added, "I'm not wearing panties. If I didn't work in the warehouse, I'd be wearing a skirt. Mistress really doesn't like me to wear pants, but they are a necessity in my position most of the time.

"Because I am a submissive and a slave, most of my friends are in the Society. We are all very close and will do anything for one another. I am sure it will be the same for you."

During our continuing conversation, I learned that she had belonged to her mistress for nearly ten years. Not knowing her exact age, I assumed she was younger than 20 when she became a submissive. As we parted, she promised we would get together outside of work, and added with a grin, "when our Mistresses permit, of course." We only had a few more minutes to talk. One of Sandy's coworkers joined us, so the conversation had to change.

I had a meeting scheduled with the CIO after lunch. We covered my schedule for the week and outlined a tentative schedule for the following two weeks. As we talked, I continually wondered if she was Sandy's Mistress. I knew I would wonder the same about every woman I met in the company until she revealed herself, as Sandy had indicated she would. Near the end of the hour she said, "Kim, I normally don't comment on an employee's wardrobe, and it would be especially improper to comment on what a consultant wears, but in your case, I feel it is necessary. Would you permit me to be a little personal?"

"Oh, shit!" I thought. "Here it comes. She is going to tell me that my short skirt is out of line. Well, we must work together for several months, so I had better let her get it out of her system. I only wondered what Kelly's reaction will be."

"Yes, ma'am, woman to woman, I appreciate your opinion. Please go ahead." Her name was Diane. She had been sitting behind her desk all the time we talked. Now she stood and walked around her desk. I could not help but notice her very expensive white shirt, grey slacks and black heels. The crisp creases of the shirt indicated she used a professional laundry and the diamond cuff links sparkled. She leaned against the edge of the desk and said, "Please don't be offended, and let me finish before you say anything. 

"You and I had numerous face-to-face meetings over several months before the final contract was signed, both here and in your office. Hunter's board conducted several meetings in which you were not involved, although all your notes and estimates were a vital part of those meetings. Your extensive knowledge of systems, networks and hardware impressed me so much that I insisted you had to lead the installation before I would sign a contract." I couldn't imagine where this was leading or what it had to do with my wardrobe, but I let her continue without comment. "I must tell you that, collectively, I feel your knowledge in these areas is greater than anyone I know in the business." She then added, with a smile, "Other than my own, of course."

"I only had one worry. I thought the way you dressed was, well, shall I say, somewhat matronly as well as old fashioned. While your age is about equal to most of the employees in this company with whom you are working, I though some of them would be put off by your choice of clothing, even though your outfits were always quite professional. I didn't let that influence my decision, because I felt it would be discriminatory. Your knowledge overpowered any negative thoughts about your clothing. 

"I don't know what happened over the past weekend, but I was quite surprised when I saw you arrive this morning. Besides being improper, I know it is politically incorrect in this day and age to comment about one's appearance in the workplace. Comments alone can often lead to termination and lawsuits, but I want tell you that you look quite good." 

I was floored. "Thank you, ma'am. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me like this. I must admit that I thought you were going to say I was dressed inappropriately. I guess I have had a difficult time accepting the fact that I need to change my old ways. I spent the weekend with a close friend, and she insisted that I needed a new wardrobe and even took me shopping. You just confirmed that she was correct in her assessment." I figured a little white lie, or a lie of omission was permissible in this situation. 

"Trust me, Kim. This new look will get you a lot farther in your career, and faster, I might add. Regretfully, the workplace is, and always will be sexist oriented, whether you are looking from the view of a male or a female. Some feminists might object to your 'new look,' but I can guarantee that, with your brains, you are better off adding flair to your clothing. I want to tell you that you should never return to your old styles."

I smiled at this last remark. "I don't think that will be a problem, ma'am. I like the change and am positive it will be permanent."

"I wish you would not call me ma'am, Kim. We aren't that far apart in age. Please call me Diane."

"Yes, ma'am, I mean Diane. I will." We both started laughing.