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

[hirarandi]

In the foyer, Kelly hung my cape in the closet and opened the locks on my shoes so I could remove them and the nylons. Margaret had fashioned the corset so the garters were removable, and I followed Kelly's instructions to take them off. Wearing only the corset, chains and collar, I crawled, on hands and knees, to the master, oops, "Mistress," bathroom. Kelly's leash was still connected to my vaginal ring. This time, though, she was behind me so, in a sense, I was leading her. "We may do this more often, slut. I know slaves should follow their mistress, but this view of your ass while you crawl is not to be missed."


I laughed at her commend and at the way the charms, hanging down from my nipples, swayed while I crawled. When she suggested that I pee, I replied I really didn't need to. "Little one, I can guarantee that you will need to sooner than later, and you won't be able to later, at least not in the way you would like. Let's just say that if you wait, you will be peeing into a bucket." 

She then watched, never releasing the leash, as I relieved my bladder. After this still-embarrassing task, compounded by seeing her holding the leash as I peed. Just before my water stopped, she put her fingers into my stream and held her wet fingers in front of my lips. Without any hesitation, I opened my mouth automatically giving her permission, which she didn't need, of course, to insert her fingers so I could suck my salty urine from them. "Thank you, Mistress," I said. She smiled as I tore off and folded a couple sheets of toilet paper and wiped myself. She then took her turn on the porcelain throne. I knelt before her, watched her urine flow from her body, and substituted my tongue for toilet paper. Lapping up the remaining drops of her golden wine, each time she finished, was now a privilege.

In case I didn't describe it, Kelly's bathroom was larger than the combination living/dining room in my apartment. To say it was plush is an understatement. There was a shower with three heads; two removable, hand-held style, mounted on opposite walls, and a square, European rainfall head in the center. The shower was large enough that doors were not required to keep the water from splashing out. And, of course, there was the tub in which I bathed her before dinner. We had used it before, too. 

There was a large two-sink vanity directly across from the shower. The space between the sinks was large enough that I could lie flat out on it. And, of course, there was the "porcelain throne' and a bidet. I had never seen or used a bidet and for some reason, Kelly had not permitted me to try it. 

There were two other pieces of furniture; an armless upholstered chair and an upholstered chaise longue.

After I undressed Kelly, she pulled on a white satin robe but let it hang open. Her breasts were covered, but her midsection was exposed from her neck down to her shaved pussy. Her hard nipples were evident beneath material,

"Stand and present, facing the chair, slut." She moved behind me and slowly rubbed her hands over my ass. I enjoyed the touch of her fingers against my skin. I know she felt the slight shudder that moved through my body. "I love your beautiful ass, little one," she commented as she cupped and squeezed my orbs. I exhaled a loud moan when she slid a finger up my crack and pressed it against my anus. Um, sensitive tonight, aren't we?"

Touching the new collar, she asked, "I absolutely love this metal collar, little one. It truly makes you look more like a slave. I'd like to make you wear it 24/7, but I won't. We'll save it for special occasions like tonight. I know it is a little heavy. Are you OK to continue wearing it for a while yet, pet?"

I was surprised she was giving me a choice. "Yes, Mistress, I can continue wearing it as long as you wish. I must admit that, at times, I almost forget I am wearing your leather collar. Having it around my neck just seems so natural. I cannot forget I am wearing this one, however. Thank you for asking, ma'am."

I inhaled deeply when she put her arms around me and started massaging my breasts and pulling at my nipples and nipple rings to lift them from the shelf bra of the corset. One hand moved down to rub my pussy and flick my clit. "You're very wet, dear. I like that. It tells me how excited you are." After a few minutes, playing me like a musical instrument, she moved in front of me, put her arms around me and passionately hugged and kissed me. I wanted to hug her back in the worst way, but she hadn't released me from the 'stand and present' position. 

Finally, she sat on the armless chair and laughed. It's hard to believe that we've been together over 2 weeks now, little one. There's a saying that 'time flies when you're having fun.' Are you having fun, pet?" 

"All things considered, My Mistress, I am. I truly am. I love being with you."

"Is there anything that I have done to you, or made you do, that you regret? Remember, you will never be punished for honesty."

"As I look back, Mistress, there were several things that came close. I might not have liked or enjoyed them, but I cannot use the word regret. I now know I would do them again for you."

"I assume, then, that you have no remorse over agreeing to our contract."

"None whatsoever, My Mistress. I have learned so much about myself from you. I am glad you recognized my hidden anima. 

"You may kneel and rest, pet. I want to teach you a new position."

When I attained position, (kneeling with my ass resting on my legs) she explained, "We will call this your 'service position.' You will fully understand the reason for this name in a moment. I want you to lean backwards and grasp your ankles or put your hands on the floor, whichever is more comfortable. You may also bring your knees closer together if necessary because I may want you to hold this position for a considerable length of time. Nod your head when you are ready." I moved my arms and legs around, but no position was truly comfortable. When I indicated that I was satisfied I could hold the position, she said, "Now lean your head back so you are looking up at the ceiling."

I didn't even realize she had stood up until I felt her robe brush my body. When she was near my feet, she leaned down and tenderly kissed me. Raising her head a little more than an inch she whispered, "Do you know what is going to happen now, slut?"

"I believe I am going to service my Mistress, ma'am."

"You are so fucking smart, kimmy." She moved forward until she was directly above my mouth. "Ok, my beautiful slut, I don't think you need any additional instructions."

She lowered her hips so her beautiful, wet pussy was pressing lightly on my mouth. I had already pushed my head back as far as possible, so I could, literally not move, except to stick my tongue out as far as it would go. Kelly controlled where I licked by moving back and forth across it, from her clit to her anal flower. I licked and continually thrust my tongue into her treasure pot. After what I assumed to be an hour (probably 5 minutes), she said, "OK, pet, I'm ready. Suck on my clit until I climax. Not only did I suck, I simultaneously flicked her clit with my tongue. As she went over the mountain, she reached down, grabbed both my tits and squeezed hard.

Moving off my face, she ordered me to stand, looked at me and said, "Gawd, kimmy, your face is a mess. She then surprised me by licking her juices from it. Afterward, she slipped her middle finger between my legs and announced, "You're dripping wet, slut. I assume you want to cum."

"If it pleases My Mistress."

"Well, it doesn't. Maybe later. You can clean my finger, though." I enjoyed sucking my juices from it. Yes, I am a slut.

"I promised you some sensuous pain, dear. Come with me. She permitted me to walk upright, this time, as I followed her, two steps back and to her left, again at the end of her leash, to the playroom where she introduced me to a new piece of furniture that had been delivered during my short absence. I was not sure what to make of it until Kelly explained that it was my new chair. I could imagine it being a chair but had no idea what the purpose of all the parts might be. The main part, probably the back, was an upright, square post extending about three and a half feet high, attached to the back of a small platform. A small, narrow board, about the size of a book, was attached to the post about a foot and a half above the platform. Obviously, this flat board was the "seat." Another board, about four feet long, was attached to the top of the upright post to form a T. Several eyebolts were embedded in the platform, the post and the T. I stared at it for a long time while she removed my corset, and still couldn't figure out the purpose of the whole contraption, except the part Kelly said was a chair. 

Following her instructions, I sat on the small board and held my arms out while she buckled wrist cuffs on them. Ankle cuffs followed. I watched her while she removed two shoeboxes from the storage shelves. She opened the first box and placed it on the platform in front of me. It contained ropes, straps and what I recognized as carabiners with Screwgate locks. She raised my arms to the horizontal bar forming the T and connected my wrist cuffs to eyebolts near the ends using two carabiners. I watched intently as she strapped my arms to the bar at my wrists, my elbows, the middle of my upper arms and near my shoulders. My ankle cuffs were connected to eyebolts on the platform so that my legs were spread as wide as possible.

The last item that Kelly removed from the box was a leather-covered ring that I guessed to be one and one half to two inches in diameter. Ordering me to open my mouth, she worked the ring inside, just behind my teeth. I could no longer close my mouth. She commented that the purpose of the ring was to keep my mouth open wide and "available" to her. Shit, I could have guessed that much. Straps attached to the sides of this ring were buckled behind my head. When I thought about it for a second, I realized that I probably looked like one of those "blow up" rubber, sex dolls. My ability to talk was severely handicapped since I couldn't move my jaw. 

Kelly sat the second shoebox, unopened, between my legs. "I need to know if I have tied you tight enough, pet. See if you can lift your butt off the seat. I thought that I had outfoxed her when I was able to lift my ass a couple inches. I was the outfoxed one, however. Apparently, rather than being permanently connected to the post, two pegs, imbedded into the seat, and pushed into the post held it in place. I learned this, of course, when Kelly reached beneath me and quickly pulled the seat away. Now the only my arms, strapped to the cross-bar of the T, kept me from falling to the platform. My ass was suspended in mid-air, albeit in a seated position. 

Kelly opened the second box, revealing its contents: clothespins. Obeying her next order, I pushed my tongue through the ring and moaned loudly when she clamped the first two pins to the end of my oral muscle, preventing me from pulling it back into my mouth. Suddenly, I was left alone, still hanging, when Kelly walked away saying, "I'll be back in a few, pet. Don't go anywhere." In my opinion, it was a damn feeble attempt at humor on her part. I could neither laugh nor smile in reply, had I wanted to do either.