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

[hirarandi]

When I returned, I was ordered to the rest position. I was required to put my glass between my legs but was permitted to pick it up when I wanted to drink.

Kelly quizzed Kassie about her home life and job for the next fifteen minutes or so, then said, "pet, I forgot to tell you to bring your leash with you." No, she didn't. I knew Kelly doesn't forget important things like that. This was strictly for Kassie. Besides, Kelly had never used the leash while we were in the house. Kassie got a great view of my ass and pussy as I crawled back to the foyer. Maybe there was some humiliation and embarrassment in it for me, too. 

I had to decide how to carry the leash back. I could carry the collar in my mouth, but that wouldn't work with the leash. I decided it would be easiest if I dbangd it over my neck. As I approached the den, I could hear them talking about me.

"So, she was quite a brat when growing up?"

"Yes, I wished our parents had disciplined her more. Since she was the youngest, they actually coddled her. She could get away with almost anything. Keith and I always had to toe the line. There were many times I wanted to spank her ass myself." As I approached them, she said, "Damn, Kelly, I just love the way kimmy's breasts sway when she crawls like that."

"Kassandra, just for information, those mammary glands on my slave's chest are tits, not breasts. I own those tits. You and I have breasts. And while we are on terminology, please don't call her genitals a pussy. You and I have pussies between our legs. kimmy has a cunt. I also own that cunt.

"Thank you, Kelly, for explaining that." Kassie replied laughing, "I love the difference."

I knelt in front of Kelly, recoiled the leash, held it out toward her on my upturned hands. "Mistress, please attach your leash to your collar so you can continue to lead me in the ways of a slave."

Her wide smile pleased me. Even though my sister was present, I had said exactly what was expected. Her reply, however, was not what I expected. "My dear pet, I think Kassandra might like to continue to hold my leash while she is with us."

I turned to Kassandra. "Kassie, My Mistress would be pleased if you would kindly attach her leash to her collar and hold it while she continues her slave's training."

"Nothing would please me more, kitten. Thank you, Kelly."

"kimmy, since Kassandra will be with us until Monday evening, she needs to know some of the rules you are required to follow. Since you just egregiously violated one, let's review it. What are your rules for addressing me and other women? 

First, how are you to address me?"

"When we are alone, Mistress, Mistress, My Mistress, Mistress Kelly, or ma'am are all acceptable. When we are in public, with close friends or anyone who knows my status, I will address you as I do at home. If there is any doubt, ma'am is preferred. If we are with anyone who does not know our Mistress/slave relationship I may address you as Kelly if I perceive there could be a problem using one of the other names. I may use Mistress, or My Mistress if I feel it will be received in a proper manner. This is one of the few times when I am permitted to make a decision.

"And how are you to address other women."

"If I know the person to be a Mistress, I must always use Miss and her proper name; Miss Allyson, for example. When I know she is a slave, I must use her slave name otherwise ma'am. There will be occasions when you may give control to someone else who is not a mistress. Sam is a perfect example. I would then address her as Miss Samantha." I must address any other woman as ma'am."

"Is there ever a time when you do not have to follow these rules?"

"Yes, ma'am. When I am at work. You may temporarily suspend my slave status and rules by addressing me as Kimberly. The suspension is effective until you address me as kimmy again."

"Excellent, pet. You made a couple mistakes after your collaring while we were at Mistress Vicki's and in the car, but I let them slide because I knew you were as excited over your collaring as I was and am. However, now that we are home, I must enforce my rules again. What error did you just make?"

I thought for a moment then replied, "I'm sorry Mistress, but I'm not sure."

"Think hard, pet. Your ass depends on your answer."

I suddenly realized what I had done. "But she's my sister, Mistress," I said to plead my case.

I don't remember making that an exception to my rule."

"You did not, My Mistress." I tried to act contrite.

"Is she a woman, pet?"

"Yes, My Mistress, she is."

"Are you wearing my collar?"

"Yes, My Mistress, I am."

"Get your hairbrush, pet."

I opened the end table, retrieved the hairbrush Kelly now kept there, moved back in position and held out my hands with the hairbrush on top. "I accept any punishment you consider necessary, Mistress."

"Present it to Kassandra, little one. She is the person you addressed improperly."

"That's OK, Kelly, I don't mind. You said I could call her anything I want because she is my sister. Can't you do the same for her?"

"No Kassandra, I cannot make exceptions this early in kimmy's training. When she wears my collar, kimmy knows that she must, first and foremost obey my rules until an exception is made. The fact that you are now part of my family is what gives you that special privilege. Even if I make that exception right now, it would not apply retroactively.

"I think my slave's arms are getting tired, Kassandra. Please accept the punishment instrument she is offering you." I had been holding my arms straight out during their conversation and they were beginning to shake a little. I could tell she was still a little hesitant when she took it.

"kimmy, Kassandra told me you were often a brat when you were growing up."

"Yes, ma'am, looking back I will admit that I was."

"Kassandra told me there were many times she wanted to paddle your ass. Well, now she will get a chance since you did not address her properly. You know what to do."

I carried a chair from the dining room and placed it in front of the sofa facing Kelly, looked at Kassie and said, "Ma'am, it would be easier to punish me if you would please sit in this chair." 

Kassie started laughing and said, "Ok, kitten, this won't make up for all the times you were a brat, but I'll do it because your mistress wants me to." I'm not sure which one of us was more embarrassed when she looked down and saw my naked ass waiting for her to spank. 

"Five on each cheek should be sufficient, Kassandra. Remember, this is a punishment. I will be upset if I think you are holding back. I will then double her punishment and do it myself."

She definitely did not hold back. The impact of the first stroke was wicked. My ass felt like it had been scalded. I shrieked then uttered the obligatory, "One, thank you, ma'am."

"Oh, I am so going to enjoy this." Nine more brutal strokes followed. I didn't think she had it in her. 

"Stand and present, facing me, kimmy."

When I obeyed, Kelly said, "Kassandra, when a sub is physically punished like this, it is customary to kiss the injured area of the body. That shows the sub that the punishment was given out of love, not anger." 

"Where did that come from?" I thought. "She never said me anything like that before."

There was no hesitation on Kassie's part. She immediately dropped to her knees and planted not one, but six kisses on my ass; three on each cheek.

"Your ass sure is hot, kitten. Damn, I don't believe I just did that." She stood up. 

"You may give her a nice hug, too, Kassandra."

When she did hug me, she saw the tears in my eyes, and whispered, "I love you, kitten." She sat down beside Kelly again.

"Take the chair back to the dining room, pet."

When I returned Kelly ordered, "Stand, and present, kimmy."

"Do you think my pet has a beautiful body, Kassandra."

"I do, Kelly. My kitten has grown into a beautiful woman. I haven't seen her naked since she was fourteen."

"kimmy, I know you like Sandra's collaring gift, but you will only be wearing them on special occasions."

"I understand, Mistress."

"Kassandra, I know you were hesitant when I asked you to put the pendant on her clit. Would you less intimate removing the handcuffs from her nipples?"

Kassie was quiet while contemplating her reply. "Well, so far today I have fingered my sister's...oops, I'm sorry, Kelly...your slave's clit and spanked her ass, so I guess it's ok if I play with her nipples, or are they your nipples?

"Oh, it's normal for you to want to call them hers. I won't complain, but don't forget that I own them. kimmy, however must always refer to her body parts as mine."

I was ordered to 'stand and present.'

I was surprised that she actually pinched my nipples after she removed the barbells and handcuffs.

Kelly laughed and said, "Kassandra, I think you should kiss them to make them better." She did. 

Kelly handed the captive ball rings to Kassie. I like my slave's nipples to be decorated with these, more than bar bells, Kassandra. Please put these on. 

" You really do love this lifestyle, don't you, kitten," Kassie asked as she slipped the rings into place."

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"Even though I told you, during our phone call that I thought you had a submissive side, I never would have guessed it ran this deep. I'm beginning to enjoy seeing you like this."

"That pleases me very much, ma'am.

"I recently read a quote online attributed to Roquer that sums up the way I feel right now: 'The power of submission lies not in the ability to kneel before another, to give over one's body or in the wearing of a collar. The power of submission can be found in the heart of one who gives her love to another freely knowing what joy and pain will come from it.'

"After watching you today, I think I understand, kitten. Thank you." Kassie sat back down on the sofa.

"The weather is beautiful outside. I think we should move to the patio. Kelly had recently replaced her patio furniture since I arrived. She had two single seat chairs, one four-seater and two ottoman footstools. All had thick, comfortable cushions on the seats and backs. I was not permitted to use these unless I was alone on the patio. When Kelly was there, my place was kneeling beside her. She had purchased a three by six rug to protect my legs from the hard tiles. Kelly and Kassie sat on the four-seater and I was instructed to move the rug so I could kneel in front of them. 

"Are you wet, pet?" Kelly asked.

"I think so, Mistress. No, I mean I am sure I am."

"There was some doubt in your answer. I need to know. You need to check." Kassie's eyes flew open when I pushed my index and middle fingers through my pussy then held them up to show Kelly the glistening digits nearly dripping with my juices. Kassie's eyes nearly bugged out when I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked my juices from them.

"Kassandra, have you ever had the privilege of tasting another woman's nectar."

Kassie had been hypnotized by my performance, but her head whipped sideways and looked at Kelly. "If you mean what I think you mean Kelly, absolutely not. I'm not a lesbian." The tone in her voice said she was a little piqued.

"I'm sorry, Kassandra. I didn't mean to offend you. I am just curious. Look, experimenting by smoking one or two joints does not make one a druggie. Neither does experimenting sexually with a woman make one a lesbian. 

"Seriously, though, have you ever thought about it?"

"I would think that most women have, in one way or another. So, yes, I have thought about it."

"Stand." Kelly's nod to me was almost imperceptible. It is amazing. In only three weeks I am able to discern her wants and needs. 

"OK," I thought, "this is going to be a prime example of 'In Bondage There Is Freedom.'" My Mistress wants me to do something I never would have dreamed of doing." 

I moved so that my legs were touching their chair and on the outside of Kassie's legs. Then I shifted so the insides of my legs were touching the outsides of hers. 

I stared directly at Kassie's face while I slipped my fingers between my legs again. She wasn't looking at my face, though. She was watching my hand. So, I didn't simply slide my fingers through my pussy this time. I plunged them deep into my hole; and I was close enough that she knew exactly what I had done. I was turned on enough, by performing this lewd act in front of my sister, that I moved my fingers in and out a couple times before removing them. When I pulled my hand away, I realized a small quantity of my juices had pooled in the cup formed by my hand. I held my wet fingers, palm up, in front of Kassie's lips. She kept staring at me but didn't open her mouth, so I brushed her bottom lip, spreading the moisture across it. 

"Oh, god," she exclaimed as she opened her mouth. I slipped my fingers in and she sucked on them like they were a Popsicle. Her eyes never left mine. 

When the suction of her mouth finally eased, I pulled my fingers out and showed her my wet palm and asked, "Would you like to finish, ma'am." She licked it clean.

"I don't believe I just did that! You are messing with my mind."

"Kassandra, I need to take care of a small problem. When kimmy moved in with me I discovered that I enjoyed it immensely when she suckled my breasts like a baby." I laughed to myself when Kassie's eyebrows moved up at this revelation. "Through some internet searches we discovered that I might be able to start lactating if she suckled on a regular basis. I'm glad to say it worked. Now one of kimmy's slave duties is to fulfill my motherly urges through breastfeeding. She has to do this at least twice a day. Right now, my breasts are full of milk, so it is time for her to attend to that duty. Would you prefer that we do it in private?"

"Absolutely not, Kelly. This is your home. If anything, I should be the one to leave if you want privacy. I would prefer to stay and watch if you don't mind."

"Actually, I would like you to stay here, too. You need to learn everything my pet has to do as my slave."

Kelly moved to the center. I needed no instructions. I sat on the seat she had vacated, unbuttoned her dress down to her waist, opened the front catch of her bra and pulled the one side open to expose her milk-filled breast. Kassie just stared, mouth open, as I stretched out beside Kelly and started sucking on her nipple. "That's my baby. Enjoy your meal."

Kassie turned sideways so she could get a better view. It wasn't long before I heard her say, "Kelly?"

"Yes, Kassandra?"

"Do you think kimmy would mind sharing."

"kimmy doesn't have any choice in the matter. I know I would love to have both of you suckling at the same time. There is one condition, though."

"And that is?"

"You'll have to join her each time she has to breastfeed until you leave on Monday."

"I think I can handle that."

I felt Kassie's head touch mine as she started drinking Kelly's milk."

When we finished, I was ordered to kneel and rest. 

"Did you enjoy that as much as my slut does, Kassandra? "

"I don't know about her, but I definitely did. Why did you call her a slut? That's a derogatory word."

"No, Kassandra. I call her that, and sometimes a bitch, and even a cunt, but only in very private settings and among friends. kimmy knows I am using that in a loving manner. Tell Kassandra how you feel when I use those words, little one."

"It's true, ma'am. Under normal circumstances, those words are extremely disparaging and even vulgar when referring to a woman. But, somehow, I can't explain it, her love and ownership are reinforced when she addresses me that way. I am Mistresses' slut or bitch, or cunt, and no one else's. In fact, if anyone else addresses me that way, there will be hell to pay.

"You two are simply amazing."

"pet, take Kassandra's suitcase to the guest room then go to our room and put on your Hanes briefs before you return. I think my cunt has been on display long enough.

Kelly had turned on her CD player and soft music was playing over the patio speakers. I recognized the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber.

The surprised look on Kassie's face when she saw what I was wearing was priceless. "Wow, Kelly, when you said Hanes briefs, I didn't realize you meant man's style. kitten looks sexier wearing them than she did when she was naked.

"Tell Kassandra what happened when you purchased them, little one."

"Looking back, it is rather funny. Mistress didn't approve of the clothes I owned when I submitted, so we were at a department store buying some she felt were worthy of her slut. She told me to buy a pair of men's briefs. I asked a female salesclerk for assistance since I didn't know anything about men's sizes. She said they carried a woman's style, that looked the same, but without the fly. I'm not sure what came over me, but I informed her that my Mistress told me to buy the men's style for myself and would be upset if I bought anything else. You should have seen the look on her face." Kassie was laughing her head off.

At Kelly's direction, I got a second glass of wine for each of us and returned to the kneel and rest position. More general conversation followed. When our glasses were finally empty, I took them back to the kitchen. When I returned a few minutes later, Kelly dropped another bomb. "kimmy, I want you to remove Kassandra's panties."

I was surprised that Kassie remained quiet and sedate as I knelt and moved closer to her and grasped the hem of her skirt so I could push it up. "No, kimmy. Do not move Kassandra's skirt any higher than it is." 

I looked up at my sister. Her face appeared devoid of any emotion, except her eyes appeared to be drilling holes into mine. I couldn't decide if she wanted this or not. Was she wondering if I would remove her, my sister's, panties? It didn't matter who was sitting in front of me. My mistress gave me an order. I had to obey my Mistress. 

I returned Kassie's stare and purposefully insured my hands had full contact on bare flesh as I slowly slid them up the outside of her legs. I thought I saw the corners of her lips twitch and turn upwards for a split second. When my fingers finally grazed the fabric of her panties and moved up to the waistband, I felt a slight shudder. "Yes, my dear sister, I am going to remove your panties, as ordered," I thought.

Again, without moving my eyes from hers, I said, "Ma'am, it would be a great help if you would raise your hips slightly." She immediately complied. I grasped the waistband and reversed the course of my hands, pulling the garment slowly down her legs. I could feel more juices forming between my own legs. 

I pulled the white bikini panties down and Kassie raised her feet so I could pull them over her shoes. I was doing this by feel because I refused to be the one to break the staring contest. I brought the panties up to my nose, sniffed her fragrance and said, "You smell heavenly, ma'am." My comment brought a deep moan from Kassie's throat and her eyes finally closed.

"Is she wet, little one?" Kelly asked. 

"Her panties are, Mistress."

"That would be considered secondary evidence in any court, Kimmy. I don't see any difference than when you said, 'I think I am.'"

"I understand, Mistress. I had better check to be sure."

Kassie's eyes remained closed. A barely audible that came from deep in Kassie's throat was repeated when my hand touched the inside of her knee. She had closed her legs when I removed her panties, but spread them slightly, to signify that I had her permission. She continued to spread them more as I got closer. A louder moan escaped her lips when my fingers touched then slipped between her folds. I did not attempt to penetrate her. 

I pulled my hand back, raised it and said, "Mistress, I can confirm, beyond any doubt, that she is wet."