It wasn't until a few days later that Kelly revealed her activities before she awakened me that first morning.
After using the bathroom, she sat on the side of the bed, legs folded under her, watching me. She thought about all the events that had transpired the previous evening. She really had noticed me walking into Lisa's, primarily because of the white socks, but, other than glancing over at me a couple times while I sat and chatted with Allyson, she didn't think much more about me; until Allyson approached her, that is.
Their conversation went something like this:
"Do you have a minute, Kel?" asked Allyson as she placed Kelly's drink on the table.
"Sure, Ally. What's up."
"Her name is Kim," Allyson said grinning.
"Who?"
Oh, come on now! You know very well who. I saw you admiring her as soon as she walked in. I'm talking about the newbie at the bar."
"Yea, I did see her come in, but I can't say I was admiring her. And just why are you telling me this?"
"Well, OK, let's just say that I saw you looking and think you might want to check her out."
"Damn it anyhow, Ally, I have told you numerous times to quit trying to fix me up with someone. The last two customers that you referred to me didn't even pass my initial inspection. You know I don't date just anyone."
"But Kim is different."
"And how might that be?"
"Trust me, she just is. For as long as I have known you, you have jokingly said you should get yourself a full-time sub. I know your desire for one increased after you introduced me to Sam."
"So, this newbie told you she's hunting a Mistress and you immediately decided to saddle me with her? WTF Ally!"
"Look girl, we have been friends for a long time and know one another quite well. I've only talked with Kim a few minutes, and, while this is a gut feel, I really think she is perfect for you. Yes, I think she might sub for you although I have no idea why I feel that way. She never indicated that she is even in the scene. She did NOT say she was looking for a mistress. In any case, at worst, you might gain a new friend."
"I really don't know if I'm even ready for that, Ally."
"Bull! You've been ready for a long time and are just afraid to admit it. Shit, if I didn't have Sam, I'd try to latch onto her myself. Look, I won't take 'no' for an answer. I am going to tell her you want to buy her a drink. If she is OK with that, I'll bring her over. Let's see what happens. If you won't do it for yourself, please do it for me."
"Ok. I guess a new friend might be nice," she reluctantly conceded, just to get Allyson to shut up.
"Promise you'll be nice to her or you'll have to answer to me."
Kelly laughed. "Ok, bitch! I promise I'll be nice. I'll even act like I made the suggestion, but only if you promise this is the absolute last frigging time you try to fix me up with someone, if it doesn't work out." Allyson agreed.
...And the rest is history.
So, while she was watching me sleep, thinking I looked beautiful while naked, collared and chained to her bed (I was on my back, with one leg bent and to the side, exposing my newly shaved slit). She also knew that Allyson had been right. While she had never been serious about wanting a sub during many discussions with Allyson, she realized that having a relationship like the one between Allyson and Sam might be what she needed.
Something deep inside said that I could possibly "be the one." Finally, deciding to take the plunge, she felt it would be best to ask me to consider subbing to her on a 24/7 basis, but only for a trial period. She knew she would have to make allowances for the probability that I would want to continue working at my current job, which could put us in different cities, among other things. While still uncertain if she really wanted to take on the responsibility of training a novice sub, she left me alone long enough to prepare the agreement. When she returned, numerous alternatives went through her mind before she decided on the best way to present the proposal to me. When she leaned down to suck my nipple, she realized that her pussy was wet from the anticipation.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I've decided that you will outshine your Mistress if she wears jeans, so wait here while I change." I remained kneeling while she went into the closet to get her clothes. I was surprised when she returned wearing a black, spaghetti-strap camisole and a pair of knee-high boots. Between these she was naked. "I love what I see, but I'm sure my Mistress doesn't intend going out in public like that," I exclaimed.
Laughing and holding her hand out, she said, "No, I want to change my piercings. Now that I have my own slave, I thought she should assist me." I looked at the two items of jewelry she dropped into my hand. "I want you to replace my clit ring with these. I could have put my skirt on first, but then you wouldn't have the best view of how these look when they are on me. It is called a nipple stirrup but is often used to adorn one's clit. The other piece is a pendant that I like to hang from it."
I knelt between her spread legs as she reclined on the edge of the bed, propped up on her elbows, patiently awaiting me to perform the requested task. I was nervous even though I had intimately made love to that precious part of her anatomy the previous night. The sun shining on her body created an aura of beauty I didn't expect. I wanted her again but knew I would have to wait. Her voice brought me out of my reverie, "Slut?"
I looked up at her smiling face, "Yes, Mistress?"
"If you don't stop admiring at my pussy that way, we're going to end up making love again, and you will be late checking out. Please finish your job so we can go."
"Yes, Mistress. Sorry."
Making love to her the previous night was one thing. Performing this task as her slave was different. It felt even more intimate than making love. My hands shook as I removed the captive ball ring from her clitoral hood. I then had to admit that I wasn't sure what to do with the two items she had given to me. Kelly showed me how to remove the barbell that went through the ends of the stirrup. The pendant was a small heart attached to one end of a two-inch long chain. I slipped a ring on the chain's opposite end over the stirrup. Then, following her directions, I placed the open ends of the stirrup at the sides of her clit, slipped the barbell through one side of the stirrup, through the piercing and the other side of the stirrup. Finally, I screwed the ball onto the end of the barbell. Spreading her legs wider, she said, "You may now kiss me Kimmy, but only one kiss." There wasn't any question where I was to kiss her. I leaned forward, kissed her puckered nether lips and retreated. When she stood, the heart dangled between her legs. What an amazing sight.
Following another trip to her closet, she returned with a black leather mini skirt. I helped her put it on. "Wearing this pendant is fantastic. I absolutely love the way it dangles and bounces against my legs when I walk. You need to know that this is the first time I have worn it on my clit.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was falling deeper in love with this amazing woman less than twenty hours after meeting her.
As we walked through the den, she picked up the phone and made a quick call. "Hi, it's me... I still have the package you made me pick up yesterday. I am sure there will not be a problem unwrapping it tonight, so you can go ahead with the plans we discussed... Love you, too. Bye."
Stopping in the hallway on the way out of the house, she said, "I have an accent to go with your dress, Kimmy." She opened the closet door and pulled out a wide-brimmed straw hat. Once I put it on, she said, "Yes, that is perfect. Damn, you are definitely one sexy bitch." I blushed at the comment. I was admiring my straw hat in the hall mirror and didn't notice Kelly opening the table drawer, removing a key, attaching it to a long neck chain, and slipping the chain around her neck.
We drove to the hotel in Kelly's car, rather than on the motorcycle, since we would be returning with my luggage. While I was getting into the car, Kelly told me not to sit on my skirt. This would be another rule. When seated, anytime I was sans panties or wearing a thong, I would have to pull my skirt from under me so that my bare ass would be in contact with the seat. I obeyed, of course, and enjoyed the feel of the cool leather seat against my skin.
We were walking through the hotel parking lot when I suddenly realized that I was wearing the collar in public. "Ah, Mistress," I said, "What about my collar?"
"What about it, slut?"
"I thought I wouldn't be wearing it in public. Don't you think it might...a...be a bit too obvious?"
"If I thought that, don't you think I would have replaced it?
"Yes, ma'am, you would have. I apologize."
"Don't worry, pet. It looks very fashionable on you. Besides, that is your punishment for the comment you made back at the house." Her answer didn't make me less conscious of its presence. I knew my face was flushed as I walked through the lobby even though very few people were there. She increased my self-conscious state when she said, "I absolutely love the way you jiggle when you walk, pet." I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I realized she was looking at my tits. I suddenly became more aware of my braless state. Grasping my hand in hers, she laughed and exclaimed, "Your nipples are getting hard again. You really are a slut."
My embarrassment increased in the elevator because an older couple followed us in. As we ascended, they started whispering to one another. I automatically assumed I was the object of their shared conversation but will never know.
In my room, I opened my two empty suitcases, placed them on the bed and opened a dresser drawer. "Damn, Kimmy, I don't know anyone who actually puts their clothes in the dressers and closets that hotels supply."
"I only do it when I am spending more than two nights in my room. I had planned on being here for two weeks. It's easier than trying to find what you want in the bottom of a suitcase filled with clothes." I replied.
"I guess that makes sense. Lay your things out on the bed first. I want to sort through them; work clothes first.
