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

[hirarandi]

It was a beautiful sunset. Yellow clouds and sky turned into hues of pink and red. The smooth surface of the lake reflected the colors of the sky and forest as the fiery globe disappeared beneath the horizon. I was on my side with my head resting in Kelly's lap while we quietly watched the scene unfold before us. I was fully aware of her hand cupping and, very slowly, massaging my breast and playing with the nipple ring. Only the sounds of the creatures of the night broke the silence of the moment. Everything seemed to be mimicking the feelings that I felt in my heart for Kelly and hoped were mutually felt in hers. I knew I had to be in the middle of a dream. How else could all this possibly have happened in such a short period of time!

An eternity seemed to pass quickly while we drank in the solitude of the moment. It was dark, the moon our only source of light, when I felt Kelly finally start to move. Turing onto my back, I watched her finish unbuttoning her blouse before shrugging it from her shoulders. "Come to momma, my little baby." No explanation was necessary. I raised my body enough to slip my right arm around her back while she simultaneously cradled my head in her left. My lips eagerly sought and found a hard nipple. I started to suckle. 

Kelly lowered her head to kiss my cheek then whispered, "You know, love, I have read that many women can begin to lactate when their breasts are sucked on a regular basis, even though they have never been pregnant. I hope that is true because I want us both to experience you drinking my milk. We will do this every day to see if I can start secreting." The intensity of my sucking increased as I too wanted her wish to come true. 

When Kelly's right hand trailed from my breast to my waist and over my hip, I pulled my leg up and back, resting my foot flat on the blanket to give access to what I prayed was her final destination. This was an automatic reaction on my part, because I was so engrossed in nursing. However, I did expel a loud moan when her hand cupped my bare cunt. "Ummm, my little pet likes this, doesn't she?" In reply, I simply nodded, rolled her nub with my tongue and gently nibbled at it before moaning again, slightly louder, as a finger penetrated my tunnel of love. My free hand sought out her other nipple and teased it to a rock-hard point.

By using the heel of her hand on my clit and a second finger in my vagina rubbing my g-spot, Kelly quickly brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I was so turned on that all I could do is moan and suck harder on her tit. I should be ashamed to admit it, but as I neared the top of the mountain, thoughts of everything except my impending climax left my mind. I did suck harder on Kelly's nipple, caused strictly by my own sexual passion, not by my desire to suck her nipple. I put both hands around her back and pulled our bodies tighter together and I moved my hips to hump her hand. It didn't matter that Kelly purposefully wanted to bring me to a climax. It was my duty as her sub to give my Mistress pleasure, not the other way around. When I finally came, Kelly pulled my head up and kissed me with the deepest passion I had ever felt. She then held me tight until I returned to the modern world.

Looking into my eyes, with a smile she said, "I take it my pet enjoyed her climax."

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Thank you so much. Now it is your slut's turn to pleasure you."

"Not right now, dear. It's dark and time to leave. I will give you every opportunity in the world to take care of my problem when we get home. Do I need to remind you, however, that you did climax without first asking permission?"

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Mistress."

"Not to worry. It's just a small omission, but still requires some punishment. We'll take care of that, too, when we get home."

We rose. I folded the blanket and we walked together to the bike, her left hand holding mine, my leash in her right. I thought I would be putting on the skirt and vest again, but Kelly had other ideas. Opening the saddlebag, she exchanged the blanket for a small zip bag and handed me what looked like a rolled piece of red fabric. "What is this, Mistress?"

"Your clothes to wear for the next leg of our trip, little one. It is a Lycra body suit, also known as a 'cat suit.'" I had never worn anything like it. The thin, red, stretch fabric fit like a second skin. As I pulled it on, I realized that, although opaque, every nook and cranny of my flesh would be highlighted. Full-body, it also covered my hands and feet. I needed Kelly's assistance to zip the back. Covered from neck to toe, I no longer had to worry about nudity. A faux turtleneck top insured that not one speck of flesh showed below my head. I was glad that it was now dark, but Kelly quickly dispelled that feeling. She turned on the headlight of the Harley and made me model my suit in the spotlight. All I could see was the curve of my breasts and hard, ringed nipples. It appeared like the material had been sprayed on me. When I mentioned this fact, Kelly said, "Someday, my pet, I promise that you will experience what it is like to turn your naked body into art with paint. And when you do, I plan to exhibit you in public." 

My next surprise came when Kelly pulled a Lycra hood from the zip bag and slipped it over my head. The only openings in it were beneath my nostrils and around my mouth. After assisting me with the helmet, Kelly helped me 'mount her steed' where I was introduced to my next shock. How did I miss the zipper in the crotch? Kelly parted the material and helped guide me as I again lowered my hips over the dildo. She mounted the bike and I wrapped my arms around her waist as tight as possible while we zipped down the dirt road. Although I was now riding blind, we were still able to converse through the intercom system. 

The ride was amazing. If you haven't tried riding a motorcycle while blindfolded, I highly recommend doing so, but only once. My ride was even more fun, though, because I was again being fucked as I bounced up and down on Kelly's friend. I soon realized that it was taking longer to exit the bumpy dirt rode than when we arrived. When I mentioned this, Kelly said, "Yes, I are going slower than on the way in pet, because you are riding blind. But I am also taking a different, slightly longer way out." 

After hugging her waist tightly and moaning from my second climax (I remembered to ask permission) on this leg of the trip, Kelly laughed and said, "I am pleased my slut is enjoying her ride. Don't worry. We'll be back on smooth pavement in a few moments." Didn't she realize that I wasn't the least bit worried?

We traveled for a long time before stopping at what I hoped was home. I sensed that I might be wrong when I realized that Kelly hadn't entered the garage. After clipping her leash to my collar and helping me off the bike, Kelly grasped my arm and led me to our destination, cautioning me about obstacles along the way. I thought that we remained outside, but having no skin exposed, I was not sure. I was positive, however, that I heard a gate opening and closing, so I assumed we might be in someone's back yard.

"My pet, in case you haven't guessed, we are not alone. I promised a close friend that I would bring you by for a few minutes this evening. She is the current president of the society. She was impressed by your performance during your initiation. Say hello to her."

It felt strange greeting someone I could not see and especially one I was addressing without knowing her name. Kelly later explained that they didn't want to use her name because she was too well known and that I would eventually learn it. Except for the fact that I was in a form of bondage, I realized it wasn't any different for someone who was blind. I quickly had more respect for them. In reply, she said, "I am pleased to meet you in person, kimmy. I didn't get the pleasure of greeting you personally on Saturday. I had to leave before the reception. Your Mistress was sweet enough to bring you over tonight so I could, let's say, get a closer look at our newest initiate. I almost hate to remove your cat suit. It is, after all, nothing more than a second skin and looks wonderful on you. I must say that I approve of your Mistress' choice. It displays all your lovely attributes. I will have to get one for my slave. The only problem is I can't sample the goods while you are wearing it." Someone, I assumed Kelly, grasped the zipper at the back of my neck and slid it down. Two sets of hands peeled the suit, except for the hood, from my body. Apparently, I was not going to see her, and didn't understand why, even with Kelly's explanation about keeping her name a secret, if she really was a member of the society. Maybe she "had to leave before the reception" so I wouldn't recognize her. 

Two sets of hands buckled cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Then they raised my arms and connected the cuffs about three feet apart to what I assumed was a spreader bar above my head. I lost track of time as lips, tongues and fingers touched and probed my body and its most intimate parts. Somehow, I sensed that Kelly was not one of the two people who were working on me but could not be positive. Being touched like this creates strange sensations when one lacks the ability to see. No longer can you anticipate the next touch. It does make a difference. I was continually jumping because I did not expect what, and where the next contact might be.

Not one word was spoken until Kelly said, "My darling pet, we are going to stretch you a bit. Please lift your legs." Even though it put a strain on my shoulders, I willingly complied with her order, wanting to impress this mysterious person with my obedience to my Mistress.