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

[hirarandi]

When Amber returned with our main course, she commented to Kelly, "OK, I am intrigued by your relationship. Do you mind telling me more?"


"Do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes, you are my only customers, right now."

Amber sat down beside me to listen.

"Ah...I have agreed that I will be obsequious to My Mistress for one month, which means I will do anything she desires that doesn't interfere with my work. In other words, I have agreed to be her submissive."

At Kelly's direction, I continued to provide additional details about our Mistress/slave relationship. Partway into my explanation Amber stopped me and said, "I hear what you are telling me, but, as a feminist, you need to know that I find it difficult to understand how any woman would degrade herself to the extent you are indicating."

"A week ago, I would have said the same thing, Amber. On the outside, I am a strong, independent person. Somehow Kelly discovered someone who wanted to give herself to another woman. I find it refreshing to obey the orders of My Mistress when with her yet be a leader of people when at work. Yes, it is a corundum, but I do it out of love." 

When I finished Amber asked, "So you will obey any order of your Mistress." 

"As long as it is legal," I answered. 

She looked at Kelly and said, "I still find it hard to believe. You're really doing a charade, aren't you?" I didn't realize it, but she was falling into Kelly's plan to provide me with a small dose of public humiliation.

"Would you like a little example, Amber?"

"Oh, heck, why not?" she replied.

"Well, Kimmy normally does not wear underwear. Tonight, I permitted her to wear panties. Maybe I should not let her get too used to wearing them." Kelly then looked at me and said, "Take them off, pet."

Understanding what she wanted, I still had to incredulously ask, "Here, ma'am?"

"Did I tell you to go somewhere else to remove them?"

"No, My Mistress, you didn't."

I felt the heat of embarrassment start at my toes and move quickly upwards. I knew my face had to be bright red as, with only a small moment of hesitation, I raised my hips, hiked the dress up enough to slip my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and quickly push them off. I tried as hard as I could, but it was nearly impossible to discretely slip them down my legs and over my shoes. 

I wadded the garment into a ball while still under the table and held it tightly in my lap. 

Wordlessly Kelly extended her hand to me, palm up, and wiggled her fingers. My face became more flushed as I placed the offending piece of fabric on her hand. "I wonder why they are so damp." She exclaimed. Then she said, "I don't think this is how I taught you to fold your clothes, little one." I retrieved the ball, folded them and placed them back in Kelly's hand. "Much better, pet. Are you still sitting on your dress?"

I answered, "Yes, ma'am," while rising enough to pull the dress from under me. I knew I was now somewhat exposed.

"Nothing is permitted between her bare ass and her chair when she is not wearing panties, Amber. She will be receiving a spanking when we get home for forgetting that rule."

"Oh shit," Amber commented before adding, "Oops, sorry for that comment. My pager just went off. Your food is ready." She quickly dashed away.

Amber had to take care of new customers after serving our meals and, thankfully (to me) didn't get a chance to talk to us again. Amber brought the check and Kelly paid with her credit card. While we waited for the receipt, Kelly said, "This is my treat, Little One." I thanked her and she said, "You are welcome," then added, "You may pick up your panties, pet, but keep them in your hand. I will give you instructions for them later." Amber returned with the receipt and Kelly asked, "Do you have time to lead my pet to the door, Amber?"

"Yes, ma'am, it would be my pleasure. I'll ask an associate to look after my tables for a few minutes if you to accompany you to your car," she replied.

Kelly handed the leash to Amber who clipped it to my collar while smiling like a Cheshire cat. To add to my embarrassment, she actually stopped and asked her associate for assistance on the way out.

I followed them to the car where Kelly said, "kimmy, do you have anything you would like to give Amber as a "memento" of the evening?" There was no doubt what she meant. I handed Amber my panties.

Amber gave the leash back to Kelly, and asked, "May I kiss her, ma'am?"

"Yes, you may, Amber."

"OMG," I thought, "I could get used to this," as Amber planted her lips on mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth."

After I received a thorough tongue fucking, Amber said, "Wow! I must admit that this has been an experience I won't forget. I'd better get back to my other customers." 

"Before you go, Amber, would you mind opening the door for kimmy."

She didn't hesitate. As I entered the car, Kelly said, "Remember, little one. Don't sit on your dress."

Amber watched while I pulled my dress up and totally exposed my shaved slit to her. "I'm liking this more, all the time! Thank you both" she exclaimed and walked away.

Kelly started the car, but, before pulling out of the parking lot, she turned, kissed me and slipped her hand between my legs. "My cunt is dripping. Did my slut enjoy new experience?"

Although she already knew the answer, the question was not rhetorical. It demanded an answer, and I could not lie. "Yes, My Mistress, she did."

"Exposing you turns me on, also, little one. I will give you more opportunities in the future." I knew she would.

Once inside our house, Kelly removed the locks and chains from my shoes and waited while I stripped. Like a little kitten, I followed her, on hands and knees, to the den. (I know, normally kittens and cats are not led around on a leash, but I have a friend who takes her cat for a daily walk around the block on a leash.)

Kelly pulled her dress up to her waist, sat on the sofa and spread her legs. Drawn to the fragrance of her bare pussy like a cat drawn to catnip, this kitten did not need a verbal invitation. I put my arms under her legs, raising them slightly, then leaned forward and started running my tongue through her folds lapping the sweet, copious, juices from them. 

I started thrusting my tongue in and out of her hot vagina when she screamed, "For gawds sake, kimmy, your mistress needs to cum. Do it NOW!" To answer, "Yes, Mistress," would be wasting time. I eagerly attacked her clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue bringing on the climax she desired. I wanted to continue lapping at her pussy, but sat back, at rest, and watched her slowly recover.

Soon, she leaned forward, licked my face, still covered with her juices, and kissed me. "Little one, I think we need to continue this in the bedroom."

I continued to wear the collar while we made love in bed that night. It was, of course, chained to the bed.

...

Each day with Kelly brought something new and unique. Usually it was wearing one of my new outfits, or something she had me do as her slave. Thursday was no different. But this time the unexpected wasn't from Kelly and had nothing to do with to our relationship; at least directly. Jenna, the assistant to the president of my company, called and said Mr. Fields wanted to meet with me the following afternoon. They had received a call from the VP of Human Resources at Hunter Industries. Mr. Fields needed to personally discuss it with me. She added that it was something he didn't feel that he should discuss over the phone. I had not planned a routine trip to my home office over the weekend and asked if he would be willing to meet the following week. She said, "I am aware of the subject he wants to discuss and am positive it would be in your best interest to meet with him as soon as possible." I asked if she could give me a hint and she replied, "I'm sorry, Kelly. I was instructed not to reveal any information." I, of course became very worried that someone had reported my involvement with Kelly, or maybe it was my change in clothing, even though Diane had given her approval. Of course, hers wasn't an official approval. Jenna and I were friends, so I told her about my "new look." We discussed the situation and she said I shouldn't worry even if what I suspected turned out to be the reason he wanted to talk. Out of desperation, and trying to push my point, I asked, "Ok, Jenna, then I need to ask if I should make plane reservations to return here after our meeting?

"All I can say, Kim, is that no matter what the subject, or outcome. of your discussion may be, I think you will want to return." Damn, she wouldn't even reveal a hint.

I immediately called Kelly who said she would have to change some plans, but realized it was something I had to do. I arranged to fly home Friday morning and, assuming I would still be gainfully employed, wanted my return to be Friday evening. Regretfully, the first available flight wasn't until Saturday afternoon. Regardless, if he was going to fire me, I wanted to be back with Kelly as soon as possible. 

Kelly was at home when I arrived that evening. I stripped at the door and carried my collar to her. She looked beautiful in the shirtdress she was wearing. Once my collar was locked on, I was surprised to learn that she had already prepared dinner. I remained naked while we ate. I don't think I will ever get used to being naked while she is dressed but have started to enjoy it. We discussed my concerns and she unsuccessfully attempted to assure me that my worrying was all for naught. After I washed the dishes (Kelly helped by drying them) we retired to the den to watch a chick flick, during which we hugged and kissed like two teenagers. 


Kelly unbuttoned the top of her dress and let me suckle her breast. Having read about the possibility of lactation through breast stimulation, Kelly was now hopeful she might be able to produce milk in a month or so. Even if I didn't extended my slave contract, I now knew that I'd want to remain close friends and, hopefully, be in this position when she begins producing milk.

To my chagrin she refused to let me totally undress her until we retired to the bedroom. Once in bed, however, we made slow, delicious love.