16-01-2020, 10:38 AM
Back in the car, I was ordered to open the rest of the buttons. At least she didn't make me pull the dress open. During the ride home I told her about my morning with Barb, including how I made her wear the T-shirt dress and how I spanked her. When she asked if I enjoyed being a Domme, I answered affirmatively. "I somehow thought you would," she said, smiling. She really got a charge out of my encounter with TSA.
Kelly parked in the driveway rather than in the garage. I was happy that it was nearly dark because a gust of wind exposed me to the world. It was my good fortune that I was carrying my overnight case in one hand and our dinner in the other. My automatic reaction would have been to grab at the dress to hold it closed. Kelly would not have approved of that.
Once in the foyer, Kelly took the bag containing our dinner and said, "Meet me in the den when you are properly attired, pet. Leave the boots on. I quickly stripped off the dress, picked up the wrist cuffs that were lying on the table, and locked them on.
Kelly was waiting for me as promised. I knelt in position. "It is wonderful to have you home again, pet. You may take your suitcases to the bedroom. Return quickly. We have a couple things to take care of before we eat. As I ascended the stairs she added, "Bring the hairbrush and strap-on back with you.
I knelt in front of her again with the hairbrush on top of my hands, held stretched out, palms up. Kelly accepted the brush saying, "I was going to give you a welcome home spanking with my hand but have decided a little punishment is warranted."
"May your slave ask why, Mistress?"
"Of course, pet. One should never be punished without knowing the reason. I was appalled that you didn't leave more buttons of your dress open when you were traveling. You forgot that you are my slut and, as such, are expected to dress like one. Now get your ass over my lap." I chuckled to myself while getting into position. Had she not come up with this justification, she probably would have spanked me for making her sleep alone the previous night. To quote the adage, "Any excuse will do!"
"Before I spank you, though, you should call Barb and let her know you arrived safely. She found Barb's number in my contacts, dialed then handed me the phone. I didn't reveal the position I was in during our conversation. When I finished talking, Kelly indicated she wanted the phone. I only heard one side of the conversation.
Kelly introduced herself then listened. Finally, she said, "I know it's difficult to understand the change in her, Barb, but everything she told you is true. You will be able to see for yourself when you help bring her car back." More silence on our end. "I understand she spanked you this morning... Well, right now she is lying across my lap and I'm about to spank her. Would you like to listen?" Kelly laid the handset on the small of my back so Barb could hear the contact of the hairbrush with my flesh.
I received ten on each cheek. With tears running down my face, I knelt again and thanked Kelly properly, while she held the phone so Barb could listen. She then handed it back to me and said, "Tell Barb good-by and thank her for shaving you for me this morning, pet."
Barb's reply, while laughing, was that she still doubted some of my story and that she couldn't wait to see how much of it was true.
Kelly ordered me to undress her, after which she locked my wrists behind my back. "Wait here, pet. I will get our dinner."
She returned with the bag of take-out containers and a large beach towel. The latter was spread out in front of the gas fireplace. I sat on the towel and watched as my Mistress proceeded to light numerous candles around the room and several others that were sitting on the hearth. Finally, she turned the electric lights off and sat down in front of me. My legs were spread slightly, and she sat so that her legs were also spread and across mine. The containers of food were placed between our legs.
We ate in the subdued light, shadows moving slightly because of the flickering flames of the candles that danced off our naked bodies. Kelly alternately fed me then herself, using only the chopsticks she had picked up at the restaurant. The atmosphere around us was so sensuously charged we did not speak to one another throughout the meal. Instead, we exchanged looks and glances that said it all. Food was placed on fully extended tongues then slowly drawn back into mouths. At one point Kelly replaced the chopsticks with her fingers. I sucked the food from them with lust.
One can understand that it would have been impossible for all the food to enter our mouths. By the time the containers were empty, syrupy liquids along with bits of fried rice and other oriental delights decorated our bodies. I was the first to break the silence. "My Mistress is a very sloppy eater."
Kelly smiled, shifted the containers to the mantle and replied, "That's why she has a slave to clean up her messes." She laid back on the towel and I shifted position to kneel beside her. It was somewhat difficult with my wrists still locked behind my back, but I licked her body as clean as possible ending at her "V." "Hmmm," I commented, "I guess this is going to be a little more difficult than I thought. I'll have to insure nothing got stuck in any of these folds." Minutes later Kelly climaxed.
"Since I am contractually obligated to see to the health and welfare of my slave, I guess I have an obligation to clean her up because she cannot do it herself." She helped me lay back then permitted me to savor the feel of her tongue as she returned the favor. I believe my climax was even more intense than hers.
"I told you I was going to ride my cowgirl," Kelly said. "I think it's time." She released my wrists and told me to get the "strap-on." I had assumed she would be fucking me with it, so I had picked the largest of the three she had. I was surprised when she instructed me to strap it on myself. When I finished, she clipped the leash to my collar and instructed me to lie down on the blanket. She eased her pussy down over the dildo, shortened her grip on the leash so she could pull against my collar and literally rode herself to another climax.
"Lift your butt, pet." She quickly removed the dildo harness from my hips and strapped it on herself and stood up. "Time to clean my cock, little one." For the next several minutes I licked and sucked her juices off the dildo. I wanted to suck it deeper into my mouth, but my lips would barely fit around it. When I mentioned this to Kelly, she promised that she would teach me to 'deep throat' the small one.
She wasn't finished with "her ride," yet. "On your hands and knees, pet," she ordered. Knowing what to expect, I obeyed, facing away from her. She quickly plunged the dildo into me to the hilt, and started some serious fucking while leaning over my back to reach around me to grasp and play with "her" nipples and tits. My second climax arrived quickly. I collapsed onto the blanket while Kelly continued to slowly pump the dildo in and out of my cunt still lying on top of me. She stopped moving, but didn't pull the dildo out. I don't know how long we remained like that, but, I didn't care. I was in heaven.
When she finally told me to roll over she lay on top of me, the dildo squeezed between our abdomens. She grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, and started to passionately kiss me, literally fucking mouth with her tongue, this time.
Finally rising up, she said, "I really wanted to fuck your ass, too, babe, but the dildo you picked is too big. Maybe next time."
She led me to the bathroom, at the end of her leash, where I finally removed my boots.
After a leisurely shower together, Kelly locked my collar back on then led me to bed. She propped two pillows against the head of the bed, sat with her back against them and said, "I imagine my baby needs some nourishment after all that exercise." We both wanted her to be able to lactate. We had read numerous online articles to explore methods of stimulating milk production for women who had never been pregnant. One of the articles was "How to breastfeed my boyfriend without pregnancy in an easy way."
One of the main ways, without hormone therapy, is through breast and nipple stimulation. We had definitely been doing both of these. Depending on the article, we also learned it could take several weeks to months for the lactation to begin. This was to be another exercise towards that goal.
I stretched out on Kelly's right side, laid across her, put my right arm around her back at her waist, grasped her right breast in my left hand, took her hard nipple into my mouth and started to suck. Imagine my surprise when I tasted a strange fluid on my tongue. My eyes flew open and I looked up at Kelly. "Yes, my dear, I noticed that while you are gone. The amount of milk should increase as we continue. I plan to keep you well fed," she laughed.
Once I finished suckling, we made love softly and slowly. It was well after midnight when she announced, "I have a lot planned for tomorrow, pet. I could make love to you all night, but we had better get some sleep." With that she attached a long chain to the foot of the bed. I didn't understand why she didn't attach it to the head of the bed and my collar, since I was not wearing cuffs. I soon found out when she picked up a small padlock and used it to attach the chain to my vaginal ring. I wondered if I would ever get to spend a night without being secured in some manner, while wondering if I wanted it to be any other way. I fell asleep in her arms.
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Anyone familiar with body piercing knows that one should not aggravate the piercing until it is fully healed. Depending on the body part and size of the piercing, this could take up to six months or longer. I have taken some literary freedom in this story "accelerating" the healing process so that Kelly can "use" Kim's piercings as part of and during her "training." For those who think this is "going against the grain of reality," I simply ask your indulgence and forgiveness.
Also, Kelly's lactation would probably have taken longer, but I wanted to speed up the process rather than drag it out in the story.
Kelly parked in the driveway rather than in the garage. I was happy that it was nearly dark because a gust of wind exposed me to the world. It was my good fortune that I was carrying my overnight case in one hand and our dinner in the other. My automatic reaction would have been to grab at the dress to hold it closed. Kelly would not have approved of that.
Once in the foyer, Kelly took the bag containing our dinner and said, "Meet me in the den when you are properly attired, pet. Leave the boots on. I quickly stripped off the dress, picked up the wrist cuffs that were lying on the table, and locked them on.
Kelly was waiting for me as promised. I knelt in position. "It is wonderful to have you home again, pet. You may take your suitcases to the bedroom. Return quickly. We have a couple things to take care of before we eat. As I ascended the stairs she added, "Bring the hairbrush and strap-on back with you.
I knelt in front of her again with the hairbrush on top of my hands, held stretched out, palms up. Kelly accepted the brush saying, "I was going to give you a welcome home spanking with my hand but have decided a little punishment is warranted."
"May your slave ask why, Mistress?"
"Of course, pet. One should never be punished without knowing the reason. I was appalled that you didn't leave more buttons of your dress open when you were traveling. You forgot that you are my slut and, as such, are expected to dress like one. Now get your ass over my lap." I chuckled to myself while getting into position. Had she not come up with this justification, she probably would have spanked me for making her sleep alone the previous night. To quote the adage, "Any excuse will do!"
"Before I spank you, though, you should call Barb and let her know you arrived safely. She found Barb's number in my contacts, dialed then handed me the phone. I didn't reveal the position I was in during our conversation. When I finished talking, Kelly indicated she wanted the phone. I only heard one side of the conversation.
Kelly introduced herself then listened. Finally, she said, "I know it's difficult to understand the change in her, Barb, but everything she told you is true. You will be able to see for yourself when you help bring her car back." More silence on our end. "I understand she spanked you this morning... Well, right now she is lying across my lap and I'm about to spank her. Would you like to listen?" Kelly laid the handset on the small of my back so Barb could hear the contact of the hairbrush with my flesh.
I received ten on each cheek. With tears running down my face, I knelt again and thanked Kelly properly, while she held the phone so Barb could listen. She then handed it back to me and said, "Tell Barb good-by and thank her for shaving you for me this morning, pet."
Barb's reply, while laughing, was that she still doubted some of my story and that she couldn't wait to see how much of it was true.
Kelly ordered me to undress her, after which she locked my wrists behind my back. "Wait here, pet. I will get our dinner."
She returned with the bag of take-out containers and a large beach towel. The latter was spread out in front of the gas fireplace. I sat on the towel and watched as my Mistress proceeded to light numerous candles around the room and several others that were sitting on the hearth. Finally, she turned the electric lights off and sat down in front of me. My legs were spread slightly, and she sat so that her legs were also spread and across mine. The containers of food were placed between our legs.
We ate in the subdued light, shadows moving slightly because of the flickering flames of the candles that danced off our naked bodies. Kelly alternately fed me then herself, using only the chopsticks she had picked up at the restaurant. The atmosphere around us was so sensuously charged we did not speak to one another throughout the meal. Instead, we exchanged looks and glances that said it all. Food was placed on fully extended tongues then slowly drawn back into mouths. At one point Kelly replaced the chopsticks with her fingers. I sucked the food from them with lust.
One can understand that it would have been impossible for all the food to enter our mouths. By the time the containers were empty, syrupy liquids along with bits of fried rice and other oriental delights decorated our bodies. I was the first to break the silence. "My Mistress is a very sloppy eater."
Kelly smiled, shifted the containers to the mantle and replied, "That's why she has a slave to clean up her messes." She laid back on the towel and I shifted position to kneel beside her. It was somewhat difficult with my wrists still locked behind my back, but I licked her body as clean as possible ending at her "V." "Hmmm," I commented, "I guess this is going to be a little more difficult than I thought. I'll have to insure nothing got stuck in any of these folds." Minutes later Kelly climaxed.
"Since I am contractually obligated to see to the health and welfare of my slave, I guess I have an obligation to clean her up because she cannot do it herself." She helped me lay back then permitted me to savor the feel of her tongue as she returned the favor. I believe my climax was even more intense than hers.
"I told you I was going to ride my cowgirl," Kelly said. "I think it's time." She released my wrists and told me to get the "strap-on." I had assumed she would be fucking me with it, so I had picked the largest of the three she had. I was surprised when she instructed me to strap it on myself. When I finished, she clipped the leash to my collar and instructed me to lie down on the blanket. She eased her pussy down over the dildo, shortened her grip on the leash so she could pull against my collar and literally rode herself to another climax.
"Lift your butt, pet." She quickly removed the dildo harness from my hips and strapped it on herself and stood up. "Time to clean my cock, little one." For the next several minutes I licked and sucked her juices off the dildo. I wanted to suck it deeper into my mouth, but my lips would barely fit around it. When I mentioned this to Kelly, she promised that she would teach me to 'deep throat' the small one.
She wasn't finished with "her ride," yet. "On your hands and knees, pet," she ordered. Knowing what to expect, I obeyed, facing away from her. She quickly plunged the dildo into me to the hilt, and started some serious fucking while leaning over my back to reach around me to grasp and play with "her" nipples and tits. My second climax arrived quickly. I collapsed onto the blanket while Kelly continued to slowly pump the dildo in and out of my cunt still lying on top of me. She stopped moving, but didn't pull the dildo out. I don't know how long we remained like that, but, I didn't care. I was in heaven.
When she finally told me to roll over she lay on top of me, the dildo squeezed between our abdomens. She grabbed my hands, intertwined our fingers, and started to passionately kiss me, literally fucking mouth with her tongue, this time.
Finally rising up, she said, "I really wanted to fuck your ass, too, babe, but the dildo you picked is too big. Maybe next time."
She led me to the bathroom, at the end of her leash, where I finally removed my boots.
After a leisurely shower together, Kelly locked my collar back on then led me to bed. She propped two pillows against the head of the bed, sat with her back against them and said, "I imagine my baby needs some nourishment after all that exercise." We both wanted her to be able to lactate. We had read numerous online articles to explore methods of stimulating milk production for women who had never been pregnant. One of the articles was "How to breastfeed my boyfriend without pregnancy in an easy way."
One of the main ways, without hormone therapy, is through breast and nipple stimulation. We had definitely been doing both of these. Depending on the article, we also learned it could take several weeks to months for the lactation to begin. This was to be another exercise towards that goal.
I stretched out on Kelly's right side, laid across her, put my right arm around her back at her waist, grasped her right breast in my left hand, took her hard nipple into my mouth and started to suck. Imagine my surprise when I tasted a strange fluid on my tongue. My eyes flew open and I looked up at Kelly. "Yes, my dear, I noticed that while you are gone. The amount of milk should increase as we continue. I plan to keep you well fed," she laughed.
Once I finished suckling, we made love softly and slowly. It was well after midnight when she announced, "I have a lot planned for tomorrow, pet. I could make love to you all night, but we had better get some sleep." With that she attached a long chain to the foot of the bed. I didn't understand why she didn't attach it to the head of the bed and my collar, since I was not wearing cuffs. I soon found out when she picked up a small padlock and used it to attach the chain to my vaginal ring. I wondered if I would ever get to spend a night without being secured in some manner, while wondering if I wanted it to be any other way. I fell asleep in her arms.
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Anyone familiar with body piercing knows that one should not aggravate the piercing until it is fully healed. Depending on the body part and size of the piercing, this could take up to six months or longer. I have taken some literary freedom in this story "accelerating" the healing process so that Kelly can "use" Kim's piercings as part of and during her "training." For those who think this is "going against the grain of reality," I simply ask your indulgence and forgiveness.
Also, Kelly's lactation would probably have taken longer, but I wanted to speed up the process rather than drag it out in the story.
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