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

[hirarandi]

"Ok, Barb, I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I have to ask one more time. If I agree to make your proposition a formal date, will you promise not to try to get me into your bed afterwards?" I asked with a smile. I didn't want her to know I had made my decision, because I still had doubts. My problem was that I still felt that I would feel guilty if I went through with it. Yes, it would help test our commitment to one another, and Kelly did give me unrestricted permission, yet... If anything was going to happen tonight, it would be strictly on my terms, not hers. 


"Kim, I cannot tell you how many times I almost asked you out, company rules be damned. I now have an opportunity that I may not have again. I just want to the pleasure of spending an evening with you. I want to be in your company. I would like to hold your hand if that's OK, and still want you to dance with me. Hell, yes, ending the night with sex would be great, too, but if making that promise is what it takes to get you agree to spend an otherwise intimate evening with me, then you have it, albeit reluctantly."

"Who the hell am I kidding," I thought. "Barb is a great person, a successful business woman at 35, about 5'7 with long blond hair. She works out nearly every day and, now that I really look at her as a woman, very buff. Yea, I wouldn't mind going to bed with her. I wonder if she is shaved?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "Great! It's a date then. I will even hold your hand and dance with you. Where are you taking me?"

"How about TC's Grill?"

"That's the Cowboy Club, right?"

"Cowgirl Club, Kim. My eyebrows raised and she laughed, "You didn't even know it is a lesbian nightclub, did you? Have you had your head stuck in a hole?" Little did she know. "Dress accordingly. I'll make the reservations and pick you up around 6:30."

I had about half an hour's work to finish packing the personal items in my office before driving to my apartment to get ready for my "date." I called Kelly once I laid out the clothes that she had packed for my return trip. 

"Hi, pet. I didn't expect to hear from you until morning. You must miss me."

"More than you know, Mistress, but I need to ask your permission to modify my clothing for tonight."

"I thought I gave you freedom to make decisions without my permission."

"Well, yes you did, ma'am. But that was after you gave me specific instructions on what to wear, so I assumed altering my clothing wasn't included."

"Now that I think about it, that's true. Had you not told me, I would not have remembered. Thank you for being honest. OK, I am open to changes, but you need a good reason. Tell me why you want something different."

"It's only a small change. Barb wants to go to a Western themed club and asked me to dress appropriately. Well, the peasant blouse will be OK, but I don't think knee socks and penny loafers constitute a proper Western look."

"You are right. The skirt I selected doesn't fit a Western theme. So, what do you recommend in their place, dear?"

"Well, we had a Western themed party at the office a couple years ago. I bought complete outfit to wear for it, including a pair of cowgirl boots and a white Western hat. I'd like to wear them tonight, but the problem is the skirts length ends at mid=calf, slightly longer than your requirements."

"That length is definitely verboten for any slut of mine. Obviously there a Western store in town where you can purchase a short skirt."

"Yes, Mistress, there is one only a mile away. Sorry, I should have thought of that."

"Yes, it would have been great had you suggested that to your Mistress as a solution, rather than simply saying you had a problem. While I make the decisions for you, I don't want to have to think for you, too." I heard her laughing as she 'reprimanded' me.

"Thank you. Should I still wear the thong panties you packed, too, Mistress?"

"Don't you think I want you to wear them since I packed them with the skirt and didn't instruct you to not wear them?"

"Forgive me for asking, Mistress." More laughter.

"You must not assume, but you really do need to put your mind in gear before you open your mouth. You seem to be lacking in that area." I knew she was teasing me and smiled.

"I want you to wear the boots home tomorrow. Do you have any dresses that might look ok with them? I don't want you to wear the same one you are going to wear on your date." I described a couple different ones and she made her decision. "After I meet my cowgirl slut at the terminal, I intend to collar her, attach a leash to the collar, lead her home and ride her to an amazing climax."

"I think I will enjoy that Mistress."

"Do not wear the panties on your trip home tomorrow, though."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you decided to have sex with Barb?"

"I'm leaning in that direction, ma'am."

"I put a chain in the small jewelry box. Attach it to your nipple rings. I'll bet Barb will like that."

"I'm sure she will, Mistress."

"Wear white socks with your boots, slut."

"Yes, My Mistress."

"Call me in the morning, little one."

"May I call you before then, Mistress, even though you said I didn't have to?"

She laughed and said, "Think you might need some prompting, pet?"

"It's a possibility. I still think I'll feel strange being with her, knowing I belong to you."

"Tell me something kimmy, and I want an honest answer. Now that you know the joy of making love to another woman, if I were not in the picture, would you go to bed with Barb tonight if she did try to seduce you? 

"Yes, ma'am, I probably would. She is a fantastic person and I've always liked her. As I mentioned, I considered her my closest friend...up until I met you, that is, Mistress."

"Then don't worry about it. Just do it. You already have my permission and you know I won't be angry or jealous. And I know you will again be in my arms tomorrow even if we didn't have a contract."

"Thank you, Mistress. But you didn't answer my question."

"And that was..."

"May I call you before morning if I want to?"

"Yes, you may, pet. You may always call me any hour of the day. You never have to ask for permission to call or text me. Have a great evening. Whatever happens, just don't disgrace your Mistress tonight."

"I promise I won't, ma'am. Thank you."

After returning with my new skirt, I bathed, shaved, and thwarted an urgent need to masturbate. I knew that was one act that would not be permitted under Kelly's carte blanche permission. After liberally dousing myself with my favorite body powder and dabbing matching perfume in appropriate places, Putting the white socks on first, I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror, remembering Kelly's comments about her fetish. Damn, a woman in nothing but white socks WAS sexier than a naked woman. Feeling silly, I put the boots, attached the chain to my nipple rings and checked my image in the mirror again. I liked what I saw. I was amazed that I was beginning to admire my body. After the black thong, I put on a short, dark blue and white print, full skirt. Since I rarely wore panties anymore, I was much more aware of the thin strip of cloth pressing between my cheeks. Only the western hat remained after I pulled on the peasant blouse, which Kelly told me to wear off-shoulder, and, if I forgot to mention, its elasticized waist was cropped to end just below my breasts baring my abdomen. I went into my closet and carried my hat out to the full-length mirror. Putting the hat on my head, I had to admit that the girl I saw reflected in the mirror looked damn good. Just then the doorbell rang. Barb was prompt.

"Holy shit, girl! You not only look sexy, you are ravishing. And I thought you looked great at work today. This tops anything I've ever seen you wear. You are showing more skin than I've ever seen before, too. Did you dress this way just for me?"

"Sort of," I replied meekly. Damn, not telling the whole truth was difficult.

"I already wish I hadn't made that promise. I have GOT to know what provoked this change in the Kim I've known for so long. You do look fab, darling."

"Barb, I promise I will tell you everything before the night is over." I commented, and then added, "You don't look so bad yourself. Those jeans look like they are painted on you."

She was wearing tight, stretch jeans, with a front zipper, a white, western style, curve-hugging shirt, along with a black hat and black boots. I found it interesting that her hat was black and mine was white. Never had I looked at a woman with lust in my heart before Kelly. Hell, before Kelly, I had never looked at a woman in a sexual way.

She hugged me quickly then grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. "Come on. Let's get out of here before I break that promise right here in the middle of your apartment. Ummmm, you smell fantastic, too," she exclaimed as we headed to the parking lot holding hands and giggling like two teenagers.

I was a little surprised when she opened the car door and held it for me to get in. Seeing my look, she said, "Well, you did agree this would be a date, Kim. This is how I treat my dates." I thanked her, wondering how many 'dates' she has had with other women.

We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early. Our table was not ready, so we walked over to the bar and ordered Margaritas. While waiting for them to be prepared, Barb took both my hands in hers and said, "I can't believe I didn't notice you were not wearing a bra again. Maybe they weren't as hard as they are now," she teased. I blushed at her reference to my nipples. "You weren't wearing a bra when you removed your jacket at lunch. Is this also a part of your new look, Kim?"

"The hard nipples or not wearing a bra?" I quipped, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Your choice, dear." I confessed that until a week ago I had never gone outside the house without a bra. "Ah, are you missing anything else," she inquired with a grin.

"I'm wearing panties, if that's what you mean. Hope you aren't disappointed?"

"Of course I'm disappointed," she laughed. Were you wearing any at lunch?

I blushed slightly and answered with a simple, "No."

"Just to be clear, does that mean 'No, you weren't' or 'No, you were?'