16-01-2020, 10:32 AM
I locked lips with her again. This time it was a deep, sensual kiss and long enough that Barb's other hand joined the first between my legs, and, to my surprise, she slipped her middle finger into my pussy. With her eyes drilled to mine, she removed that finger, pulled her head away from our kiss and inserted it into her mouth, sucking my juices from it. A smile appeared on her face, "Would you like a taste, too?" I nodded. She inserted her finger into me again and offered it to my lips. Barb watched as *I savored the taste of my own sweet juices. Now it was my turn to smile.
I straightened up and declared, "Barb, you said I ruined your desire to make love to me. I honestly understand your change of heart, but I hope that was an incentive for you to seriously consider my proposition." This time it was her turn to simply nod. I grabbed her hand and said, "Well, what are we waiting for, lover! Let's go see that art work."
About halfway to the car I remembered the thong. It was still lying on the bench. When I told Barb, she laughed and said, "Someone is going to have a great souvenir in the morning. While I would love to have them as my souvenir, we sure as hell are not taking the time to go back."
The ride to her house was in total silence. Once inside her front door, however, she turned on me, grabbed my wrists, and raised them high above my head while pushing me hard against the door. "You bitch. If nothing else, your silly fucking story has made me hot. I don't give a damn if you are making it up. I want you!" she exclaimed. I didn't know what to say, and even if I did, the fact that she sealed my lips with hers didn't give me a chance. She pressed her body tight against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. That kiss seemed to last forever while she slowly wheeled my arms out to the side before pinning them behind my back. While not releasing her grip, she slowly repositioned her hands so that she was grasping both my wrists with one (I could easily have pulled my arms away but had no desire to resist). Her free hand moved down to the hem of my skirt, pulled it up and clasped my bare ass. I sighed at her touch.
Finally, when she relaxed and pulled her head back, I asked, while trying not to laugh, "And why am I a bitch, you fucking cunt."
A smile crossed her face. "Because you turned me on with that bullshit story and I'm still not convinced you are going to make love to me. Come on, I brought you home. Now I want to see that so-called ID tag."
"Can we just sit down and talk a few minutes first?"
"Just what I thought, another fucking stalling tactic! You're trying to back out already. OK! Have it your way."
We went into her living room. She fell into the first over-stuffed chair she passed. I sat on the sofa and said, "Please sit beside me. It will be much easier." Once she had moved, I turned sideways, grasped her hands in mine and said, "Have you ever read the 'Story of O?' "
"So that's where you got all these ideas for your cock-and-bull story."
"No; and there is neither cock or bull involved in my story; it's all tit, pussy and cunt!" She started laughing. I hoped that would thaw some of the ice that had formed. "Now will you please keep quiet while I explain; other than to answer my question, of course?"
"Yes, I read it during college."
"Well, Mistress Kelly read it to me this week. I think it is much too intense, and I know I could not do many of the things that Stephen required 'O' to do with other men, but, at the same time, I was quite turned on by the story. At the same time, I now think I could do almost anything Mistress Kelly would demand as long as it only involved women.
"You are right in saying that I have always been a dominating person. It was different when I met Mistress Kelly. Just being in her presence was hypnotizing. She recognized this and somehow put me under her spell. I cannot explain it, but I immediately yielded all control to her." I held up my hand and showed her my ring. "This, Barbara dear, is the ring that Mistress Kelly gave me a short time after I agreed to be her submissive for a month. I've been saying submissive, but I agreed to be her slave, just not in the context we usually use for slaves. Recognize it?"
It took Barb a few moments before she said, "That's the ring described in the story."
"Correct. Barb, I am very serious. For the past week, outside of work, Mistress Kelly has totally dominated me. She even dictates what clothes I will wear 24 hours a day, even to work. I may ask to wear certain items of clothing, but the final choice is hers. At home she requires me to be naked or wear minimal clothing. I normally do not wear underwear, even at work. Mistress Kelly dictated the changes that you saw today, the clothes, the short hair and even the glasses. She made me buy a pair of subscription glasses. These glasses, by the way, are plain glass. I am also wearing my contacts. She thinks I look sexier wearing glasses. I cannot believe how frumpy I dressed before. I love my new look. You even indicated you liked the change. When you went to the restroom at lunch, I phoned her and asked her what she wanted me to eat. The salad was her response. Then she told me to remove my jacket, probably so you could see I wasn't wearing a bra.
"As I already said, I called her later and told her about you. I was surprised when she released me from her control for the evening so that I could make my own decisions about you and about her. She released me from having to contact her because I told her I really like you. However, I must admit, she told me what to wear for our date tonight. She packed my suitcase with what she wanted me to wear on this trip. She initially told me to wear another outfit but changed her mind when I told her the club had a 'cowgirl' theme. I had to go out and buy this skirt because I am not permitted to wear long dresses or skirts any more.
Barb's next question surprised me. "Do you love her, Kim?"
"Yes, I am sure I do even though it's only been a week. I have never felt this way about anyone before, even Jeff. But then, how can one truly tell? She literally swept me off my feet. It could be infatuation, but I think it is love."
"I just do not understand how you can say you love her, and I assume the feeling is mutual, yet you can propose having sex with me the first day you are away from her."
"As I alluded to in the park, it is really a matter of trust. I told her about you, and she has no problem if you and I sleep together tonight. Had I gone behind her back, however, it would be different. I think she feels that if you and I make love, I will recognize my feelings for her to be either stronger or to be false. At least she alluded to that. She called it a litmus test."
"So, as far as I am concerned, it would be fuck me and forget me," Barb shot back.
"Not true. I have my doubts after that kiss in your hallway, but we may find that we are not compatible sexually. If so, I can't see why we cannot continue to be good friends. However, if we enjoy one another in bed, Kelly even said it didn't have to be the last time. After all, I have to come back a couple times. Why can't we love more than one person, Barb? To be honest, any feelings you and I develop towards one another probably would not be at the same level as what I feel for Kelly. And, good sex doesn't have to equate to love. However, she will permit us to get together again, if you want to, that is. She even alluded to that fact, provided I don't misbehave. Does that make any sense?"
"I think so. Now will you please shut up and show me that damn ID tag"
"Barb, if you really want to see it, you'll have to undress me."
My skirt was lying on the floor beside us a few seconds later. Her first comment was, "Damn, I wondered what that larger object was when I felt it, and you're even clean shaven"
"Yes, my dear. Mistress Kelly shaved me. She said a woman's pubic area looks better bald, and she doesn't like to get pubic hair in her mouth. She also said it's much more enjoyable if someone else shaves you."
Barb laughed at this comment then said, "Well, I definitely like the look. You are the first person I've ever seen with all her pubic hair shaved off."
I spread my legs wide so she could read the inscription on the tag. "I've never heard you called 'Kimmy' before."
"I hate that name. And that is the reason Mistress Kelly selected it as my slave name."
"If she calls me kimmy when we are in public, I know I must obey whatever she orders me to do as her submissive. If she uses Kim or Kimberly, I know I am temporarily released from that requirement. Also, as I said, when in public and in submissive status, I call her ma'am or whisper 'My Mistress' if others are present. I am permitted to call her Kelly when released. If she uses kimmy when in private I must always call her My Mistress, Mistress or ma'am no matter who may overhear."
I straightened up and declared, "Barb, you said I ruined your desire to make love to me. I honestly understand your change of heart, but I hope that was an incentive for you to seriously consider my proposition." This time it was her turn to simply nod. I grabbed her hand and said, "Well, what are we waiting for, lover! Let's go see that art work."
About halfway to the car I remembered the thong. It was still lying on the bench. When I told Barb, she laughed and said, "Someone is going to have a great souvenir in the morning. While I would love to have them as my souvenir, we sure as hell are not taking the time to go back."
The ride to her house was in total silence. Once inside her front door, however, she turned on me, grabbed my wrists, and raised them high above my head while pushing me hard against the door. "You bitch. If nothing else, your silly fucking story has made me hot. I don't give a damn if you are making it up. I want you!" she exclaimed. I didn't know what to say, and even if I did, the fact that she sealed my lips with hers didn't give me a chance. She pressed her body tight against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. That kiss seemed to last forever while she slowly wheeled my arms out to the side before pinning them behind my back. While not releasing her grip, she slowly repositioned her hands so that she was grasping both my wrists with one (I could easily have pulled my arms away but had no desire to resist). Her free hand moved down to the hem of my skirt, pulled it up and clasped my bare ass. I sighed at her touch.
Finally, when she relaxed and pulled her head back, I asked, while trying not to laugh, "And why am I a bitch, you fucking cunt."
A smile crossed her face. "Because you turned me on with that bullshit story and I'm still not convinced you are going to make love to me. Come on, I brought you home. Now I want to see that so-called ID tag."
"Can we just sit down and talk a few minutes first?"
"Just what I thought, another fucking stalling tactic! You're trying to back out already. OK! Have it your way."
We went into her living room. She fell into the first over-stuffed chair she passed. I sat on the sofa and said, "Please sit beside me. It will be much easier." Once she had moved, I turned sideways, grasped her hands in mine and said, "Have you ever read the 'Story of O?' "
"So that's where you got all these ideas for your cock-and-bull story."
"No; and there is neither cock or bull involved in my story; it's all tit, pussy and cunt!" She started laughing. I hoped that would thaw some of the ice that had formed. "Now will you please keep quiet while I explain; other than to answer my question, of course?"
"Yes, I read it during college."
"Well, Mistress Kelly read it to me this week. I think it is much too intense, and I know I could not do many of the things that Stephen required 'O' to do with other men, but, at the same time, I was quite turned on by the story. At the same time, I now think I could do almost anything Mistress Kelly would demand as long as it only involved women.
"You are right in saying that I have always been a dominating person. It was different when I met Mistress Kelly. Just being in her presence was hypnotizing. She recognized this and somehow put me under her spell. I cannot explain it, but I immediately yielded all control to her." I held up my hand and showed her my ring. "This, Barbara dear, is the ring that Mistress Kelly gave me a short time after I agreed to be her submissive for a month. I've been saying submissive, but I agreed to be her slave, just not in the context we usually use for slaves. Recognize it?"
It took Barb a few moments before she said, "That's the ring described in the story."
"Correct. Barb, I am very serious. For the past week, outside of work, Mistress Kelly has totally dominated me. She even dictates what clothes I will wear 24 hours a day, even to work. I may ask to wear certain items of clothing, but the final choice is hers. At home she requires me to be naked or wear minimal clothing. I normally do not wear underwear, even at work. Mistress Kelly dictated the changes that you saw today, the clothes, the short hair and even the glasses. She made me buy a pair of subscription glasses. These glasses, by the way, are plain glass. I am also wearing my contacts. She thinks I look sexier wearing glasses. I cannot believe how frumpy I dressed before. I love my new look. You even indicated you liked the change. When you went to the restroom at lunch, I phoned her and asked her what she wanted me to eat. The salad was her response. Then she told me to remove my jacket, probably so you could see I wasn't wearing a bra.
"As I already said, I called her later and told her about you. I was surprised when she released me from her control for the evening so that I could make my own decisions about you and about her. She released me from having to contact her because I told her I really like you. However, I must admit, she told me what to wear for our date tonight. She packed my suitcase with what she wanted me to wear on this trip. She initially told me to wear another outfit but changed her mind when I told her the club had a 'cowgirl' theme. I had to go out and buy this skirt because I am not permitted to wear long dresses or skirts any more.
Barb's next question surprised me. "Do you love her, Kim?"
"Yes, I am sure I do even though it's only been a week. I have never felt this way about anyone before, even Jeff. But then, how can one truly tell? She literally swept me off my feet. It could be infatuation, but I think it is love."
"I just do not understand how you can say you love her, and I assume the feeling is mutual, yet you can propose having sex with me the first day you are away from her."
"As I alluded to in the park, it is really a matter of trust. I told her about you, and she has no problem if you and I sleep together tonight. Had I gone behind her back, however, it would be different. I think she feels that if you and I make love, I will recognize my feelings for her to be either stronger or to be false. At least she alluded to that. She called it a litmus test."
"So, as far as I am concerned, it would be fuck me and forget me," Barb shot back.
"Not true. I have my doubts after that kiss in your hallway, but we may find that we are not compatible sexually. If so, I can't see why we cannot continue to be good friends. However, if we enjoy one another in bed, Kelly even said it didn't have to be the last time. After all, I have to come back a couple times. Why can't we love more than one person, Barb? To be honest, any feelings you and I develop towards one another probably would not be at the same level as what I feel for Kelly. And, good sex doesn't have to equate to love. However, she will permit us to get together again, if you want to, that is. She even alluded to that fact, provided I don't misbehave. Does that make any sense?"
"I think so. Now will you please shut up and show me that damn ID tag"
"Barb, if you really want to see it, you'll have to undress me."
My skirt was lying on the floor beside us a few seconds later. Her first comment was, "Damn, I wondered what that larger object was when I felt it, and you're even clean shaven"
"Yes, my dear. Mistress Kelly shaved me. She said a woman's pubic area looks better bald, and she doesn't like to get pubic hair in her mouth. She also said it's much more enjoyable if someone else shaves you."
Barb laughed at this comment then said, "Well, I definitely like the look. You are the first person I've ever seen with all her pubic hair shaved off."
I spread my legs wide so she could read the inscription on the tag. "I've never heard you called 'Kimmy' before."
"I hate that name. And that is the reason Mistress Kelly selected it as my slave name."
"If she calls me kimmy when we are in public, I know I must obey whatever she orders me to do as her submissive. If she uses Kim or Kimberly, I know I am temporarily released from that requirement. Also, as I said, when in public and in submissive status, I call her ma'am or whisper 'My Mistress' if others are present. I am permitted to call her Kelly when released. If she uses kimmy when in private I must always call her My Mistress, Mistress or ma'am no matter who may overhear."
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