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

[hirarandi]

White linen napkins, folded to resemble birds, were sitting on the table. Tanya unfolded the one in front of Kelly and placed it over her lap. When she came around to do the same with mine, Kelly said, "Over the left leg only please, Tanya. I do not wish my view to be spoiled."


"As you wish, Miss Kelly." My face suddenly felt hot again.

"May I get you anything to drink right now?"

"Yes, a bottle of your best Moscato, please."

"Yes, ma'am. I will return shortly."

It would be a barefaced lie to say I didn't feel more conspicuous than I ever had felt in my entire life. I was totally on display while in a semi-daze trying to imagine what I looked like to my Mistress, bare breasted above the table and legs spread beneath, putting cunt, piercings, and ID tag on display, while, at the same time, attempting to ignore what our "other audience" must be seeing. Neither can I deny that I was getting wet from the excitement I felt being exhibited in this manner.

Tanya reentered the room, gave Kelly an opportunity to sample the wine for bouquet and taste then filled our glasses. I hadn't noticed that Tanya was not wearing a bra. The "evidence," hard nipples trying to poke through the starched, cotton shirt, was subtle, but noticeable when she stood beside me while pouring the wine. I realized that we hadn't been given menus when Tanya announced that she would return shortly with our salads. Kelly explained that regular patrons could pre-order meals to avoid having to wait while making that decision and allow more time for enjoying the ambience. She had opted to do just that.

Kelly raised her glass and said, "To us and our future, little one. Your new job has insured that we will be able to spend more time together. I like that. I look forward to renewing our contract in a couple weeks." I touched the rim of my glass to hers and we both took a sip of wine.

"Mistress, I just have to ask, "I noticed that Tanya is not wearing a bra. Is she wearing panties?"

"Now how would I know that, pet? Maybe you should ask her yourself." Then she smiled and added, "Probably not, though, since she is one of us. That's why I specifically requested her to serve tonight."

"What about... Tom?"

"I can guarantee that he isn't one of us, but it is possible that he is wearing panties!"

I laughed as I realized that I wasn't even sure what I meant by the question or what she meant by the answer. I was still getting over the shock of being so exposed in front of a male. Then I looked back out at the rest of the patrons. Seeing the look of concern on my face, Kelly said, "You are so worried about showing them my tits and cunt, you haven't figured it out yet, have you, pet?"

"What do you mean, Mistress?"

Just then the door opened and another woman, dressed in a beautifully tailored, white linen suit, entered our domain. "Victoria," Kelly said, immediately standing. They hugged and air-kissed cheeks in the European fashion before Kelly added, "It's so good to see you." Following my Mistress' lead, and out of inherent politeness, I also stood. Kelly then introduced "her very good friend" to me.

"I am so pleased to finally meet you, Kimmy. I was disappointed that I was not able to attend your initiation last week." Carefully looking up and down my body, she commented, "You definitely are a beautiful woman. I can see why Kelly is so attracted to you."

"Thank you, ma'am."

She and Kelly talked for a few moments before Victoria said she needed to get back to her other guests and departed.

"So, Victoria belongs to the Society also. Does every woman in town belong?" I chided.

"No, pet, but we do have quite a few members. This is a large town, after all. I just prefer to do my business with those who are members. Since you haven't guessed, Tanya is a submissive and Victoria is her mistress. The other part of the secret is that Tom and Victoria are married."

"Married? And he permits an M/s relationship between Victoria and Tanya?"

"He really doesn't have much choice, pet. You see, he is also her submissive."

"Wow! I've never met a male submissive before. At least none that I know is a sub. But then, I had never knowingly met a female submissive before last week and, as the saying goes, '...and now I are one.'"

At that moment Tanya brought our salads. 

"Tanya, kimmy asked me a question that only you can answer."

"And what might that be, Miss Kelly?"

"Are you wearing panties tonight?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am, but I will remove them if you prefer."

"Thank you, Tanya, but that won't be necessary."

"I'll have the chef start your main courses now, Miss Kelly, if that is OK with you." Kelly confirmed that would be fine and Tanya left the room.

We ate in silence for a few moments until I remembered our previous conversation. "Mistress, you mentioned that I hadn't figured something out yet. To what were you referring?" That damn grin spread across her face again!

"I can tell that you have been doing your best to ignore our audience in the main dining room, and I love it. The truth is, pet, they can't see you. It's really a one-way mirror." I was so absorbed in my embarrassment that I had missed the obvious. Kelly explained that there were five small dining rooms, separated from the main one, for the privacy of VIPs. We had the only one with a one-way, mirrored wall. Two had full walls and the remaining two had curtains.

Being with Kelly was so relaxing. When I finally stopped worrying about my exposed condition, I was able to enjoy our conversation and meal as though we were both fully dressed. I didn't have a second thought when Tom came in to insure everything was to our satisfaction. In my opinion, the meal was absolutely decadent. I had been wined and dined by prospective customers and suppliers before, but never like this, AND, of course, never while partially nude.

Why was I not surprised when dessert arrived? It was one piece of cheesecake, covered in amaretto. Kelly indicated her wishes with a wiggle of her index finger. With Tanya watching from the corner of the room, I was proud to kneel before my mistress, hands clasped behind my back while we shared the sweet, liquor-covered finale to our meal. As would become a custom with us, Kelly placed the last morsel in her mouth then fed it to me during a kiss.

"Will there be anything else, ma'am?" asked Tanya.

"Yes, Tanya. Anita should be waiting outside in the Limo. Please ask her for my leash."

While Tanya was gone, Kelly made a phone call on her cell. I only heard her end of the conversation. "Hi,... How's it going?... Great! We should be there in about half an hour." Tanya had returned during this short conversation, with my cape over her arm, and handed the chain leash to Kelly. She clipped it to my vaginal ring and handed the other end to Tanya, who led me to the limo while my Mistress followed, 'admiring my beautiful ass' as she so succinctly put it. Tanya continued to carry my cape and handed it to Anita. 

I had no idea what our destination was and should not have been surprised to see the sign for Lisa's Hideaway when the limo pulled into the parking lot and stopped at the front door.

"But, Mistress!" I declared, "I can't walk in like this," I pleaded, since I was not wearing the cape.

"Just when I think you are perfecting your obedience, pet, you let me down. Ok, for the sake of argument, just why can't you go in there like that?"

"B...B...Because Lisa's doesn't have a private room like Victoria's."

"Considering I own Lisa's, don't you think I know that, slut?"

"Yes, ma'am, but..."

"And considering the fact that you've been in there totally naked, do you think it really matters what you are now wearing?"

"No, ma'am."

"Kimmy, I think I've already mentioned or alluded to the fact that this late in the evening, nearly all the patrons are regular customers or friends. Most, if not all, have probably seen you naked, and, I am sure, will appreciate seeing you in a 'more formal' attire. We stopped here because I want to dance with you. So, get your ass moving before you earn additional punishment for being so fucking obstinate."

We entered with her left hand holding my right, fingers entwined. The lead end of my leash, still clipped to my vaginal ring, was clasped in her right hand. As we transited the dining room, I felt like every eye in the place was on me. As my embarrassment subsided, I realized that I was only receiving casual, but interested glances. Two glasses of wine were placed on the table soon after we sat down. I remained tethered to my mistress, the lead laying on her lap.

Kelly must have had someone prearrange music with the band for it was not long before the next set of slow songs started. One might think that we would have the floor all to ourselves while the other patrons watch the half-naked guest dance with her partner. That was not the case. The dance floor quickly filled with other couples. I could have been fully clothed. I was very relaxed in my nudity, even when Kelly slid her hand from my waist to my bare ass. She would have grasped my ass through a skirt, had I been wearing one. The only strange thing seemed to be the leash which she continued to hold in her right hand. The chain dangled between, and constantly bumped, our legs as we glided around the floor. I felt wonderful as I lay my head on her shoulder and lightly kissed her neck, whispering, "I love you, My Mistress."

"I love you, too, little one."

Two bowls were setting on our table when we returned. One was filled with strawberries and the other contained whipped cream. For the next ten minutes Kelly alternated feeding cream covered strawberries to me and to herself.

When the band started playing the next set, I expected Kelly to ask me to dance again, but was surprised when a woman approached us and said, "May I have the privilege of dancing with your pet, Kelly?"

More of a surprise was Kelly's reply, "Of course you may, Jenny; and thank you for asking." Kelly handed my leash to Jenny and I walked onto the dance floor with her. Half way through the song, Beverly cut in and my leash was transferred. This continued through all four songs of the set. I danced with ten different women. Contrary to what one would think, each of them treated me as though I was fully clothed. Not one even put their hand on my ass. By the end of the set, I was not even thinking about my nudity condition. At one point I even imagined how wonderful it might be to be able to remain totally naked all the time but knew that the authorities would frown on that. Then I realized that Kelly must be training me to feel 'normal' while naked in public. I wondered if she had orchestrated all these women dancing with me. When I asked her later, she assured me that she hadn't. My public nudity was no longer humiliating me. While I was a little self-conscious, I wasn't as embarrassed anymore. After all, embarrassment is a subset of self-consciousness. Or is it the other way around. I don't care. I was becoming more comfortable being naked for my mistress. 

When my last dance partner returned my leash to Kelly, my mistress indicated that it was time for us to leave. Anita was waiting outside holding the door to the limo open for us. On the way home Kelly asked me how I felt about the evening. I was pleased to tell her that it was one of the most exciting evenings out I had ever experienced. When she asked if I wanted to do it again sometime (naked, of course), I had to give her an emphatic, "Yes!" 

Kelly turned to me, grasped my hand in hers and said, "I am so pleased you have enjoyed it because I know you were apprehensive when we first left the house."

"Apprehensive! I was scared shitless, Mistress." 

"Well, we are definitely going to do it again, slut. I have decided that you are also an exhibitionist at heart. We will be going out often with you in some form of undress. We are also going to have formal clothes tailored for you, like mine, except that the skirt will be shorter. I may wear the pants that I purchased with mine when you wear a skirt."

"I want you to know that I have wanted to do this for a very long time, and you are the first with whom I knew it would not be a problem." I felt privileged that I was the first and that she revealed this fact to me. "I am not sure you will consider what I now plan as being a perfect ending to a perfect evening, but my sadistic juices are flowing and when we get home I want to treat you to some sensuous pain." 

"You mean punish me? I don't understand. What have I done wrong?"

"Oh, no, pet. You've been a perfect slut all evening. I said I want to treat you to some sensuous pain. You've already proven to me that you react positively to pain when applied in a sensuous loving way. Would you like to deny that fact?"

"No, My Mistress, you are correct, even though the idea does scare me. May I ask if it will be a heavy or light session?"

"My darling pet, I am already so turned on by the mere idea, I intend to test your limits."

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, then quickly added, "Oops. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Not to worry pet. That's a natural reaction."

Coincidentally, at that very moment, Anita stopped the limo in front of our house. Thankfully, when Anita opened our door she placed the cape around my shoulders to shield me from the neighbors, or to shield the neighbors from me, as we walked to the house.