Melissa said the picnic was at the home of Vicki Shaw and her sub Dani. The drive would take about 30 minutes. The names sounded familiar and I thought I had met them at Lisa's Hideaway, but was not positive. They lived on a small ranch outside of town. The house was obviously old, but well maintained. In addition to the house, a barn sat to the left and back about 100 yards.
We parked alongside the drive to the barn, in a line with other cars. As we started walking towards a group of people congregating behind the house, we could see smoke pouring from a large grill making it easy to tell that a barbeque picnic was in progress.
I suddenly felt as though I were walking on air because I saw Kelly approaching us. My heart nearly skipped a beat. She looked resplendent in a short, red dress with black trim. The neckline was cut to the waist in front. At the time, I didn't know that it was also backless and that she was wearing black lace, thong panties and a garter belt attached to black nylons. Low heel, tan, booties completed her outfit. She hugged me as though we had been apart for days. It felt so good to be in her arms. When she combined the hug with an open mouth kiss, I melted and swore I could feel my juices flowing around the belt pulled into my crotch. I wanted to hug her back in the worst way.
"Did you fully understand Melissa's explanation of Sandy's role as your 'sister,' protector and confidant, and the reason Sam wasn't given that role, kimmy?
"I do, My Mistress, but I don't need protection from you."
"You are correct. Neither does Sandy need protection from Melissa, and Sam doesn't need protection from Allyson. However, the society established the rule for everyone and decided there would be no exceptions. What if I go too far some day?"
"I wouldn't have agreed to be your slave if I thought for one moment that would happen."
"For your safety, and for the safety of all the subs, the society wants to assume the possibility does exist, dear. Promise me you will maintain daily contact with Sandy. I don't want Melissa pounding on my door because you forgot."
"I promise I will, Mistress."
"Did you two discuss a code word or phrase?"
"Yes, Mistress, we did."
"Did you confirm your desire to continue as my slave to Melissa?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am. It could not be otherwise. The transformation in my life since I met you has been nothing short of exceptional. I don't want to live any other way."
When we reached rest of the assembled group, Kelly introduced me individually to each person. I discovered that a couple dommes had two slaves. I also noticed that each time she introduced someone as a slave or submissive, that person was wearing a collar. Considering everything, I found it strange that there was no nudity. The Mistresses wore long white gowns and the sub/slaves wore gowns that ended at mid-calf. All were quite demure. I mentioned this to Kelly, she replied that it had become a tradition that everyone had to be clothed for collaring ceremonies, and that I would understand the reason later. It was apparent that all the subs were barefoot while the Mistresses wore sandals.
Melissa and Sandra had left us alone. When they returned, I noticed that they had changed into gowns like the others were wearing. It then occurred to me that, except for my bondage belt and cuffs, Kelly and I were the only ones wearing street clothes.
I suddenly realized that I wasn't wearing my collar, I said, "Mistress, please forgive me. I forgot to ask you for my collar."
"I didn't expect you to, pet. You cannot wear one on the day of your collaring until you receive it at the ceremony."
"Oh!" Then I asked, "Am I to be initiated again, Mistress?"
"No, dear, your initiation at Lisa's was for your membership into the Society. Tonight's ceremony is for you to pledge your life to me, as my slave, in front of the members." I sighed somewhat from relief and somewhat from disappointment. Somehow, deep down, I already missed wearing her collar and told her so. "Be patient, pet," was her reply.
Allyson and Sam finally arrived. A third person was with them. She was wearing a leather hood so I couldn't see her face. Only her eyes were exposed. There were holes beneath her nose for breathing, and her mouth was filled with an inflatable gag. The bulb and attached hose, hanging from the front of the gag, swung back and forth as she walked and made me laugh. A locked collar and lacings at the back held the hood in place. She also wore wrist cuffs connected by a short chain, was shoeless and wore a gown similar to what the slaves were wearing. Allyson introduced her as a friend from out of town who had unexpectedly arrived for the weekend. They were late because they had to pick her up at the airport. As a friend who could be trusted, she was invited to the picnic, with the qualification that she had to be in bondage. As a visitor, she wasn't permitted to speak. Since she wasn't 'properly trained,' Allyson decided that the gag would insure her silence. They didn't say her name and, using my proper submissive manners, I didn't ask.
Sam was wearing a white, loose-fitting, gauze, opaque top and matching pants and she was not wearing shoes. While It was not obvious that she was naked underneath, tell-tell signs told me that she was. She was the only person there, that I could see, who wasn't wearing a dress. When I remarked about her outfit, especially the pants, Sam said, "I made a major decision in my life yesterday; one that requires a special ceremony. Our mistresses thought it would be meaningful to hold it today along with your bonding ceremony. That way you and I will be able to celebrate a major event in our lives, together, on the same day each year. In addition, they thought it could bring the two of us closer together since they decided that I shouldn't be your 'protective' sister. I agreed. This way we will be sisters in spirit."
I was curious about what was going to happen because she was hobbled by a short chain attached to her ankle cuffs and her wrist cuffs were locked together with a short chain. "But you have already pledged your life to Allyson."
"Oh, my ceremony today is something different. I'm not permitted to tell you anything about it. They want it to be a surprise, and so do I."
Soon we heard the ringing of the ranch triangle announcing that lunch was being served. It was, of course, an outside buffet. Kelly asked Sam to take me to our table (a picnic table on the lawn) while she filled dishes for us.
Sam helped me to sit at a table then sat directly across from me. Allyson brought two plates of food, one for Sam and one for herself. She and their friend also sat across from me with Allyson between them. Kelly set down beside me, of course, and placed my plate on the table. Allyson removed the gag from her friends' mouth, reminding her that she could not talk, or the gag would go back in and she would miss lunch.
I didn't notice someone setting a plate of food next to me because Kelly had asked me a question (to distract me as I later discovered), so I was looking at her. In the middle of my answer, a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind.
I stopped talking to Kelly and said, "Is this where I am supposed to guess who is behind me?"
"You are, but never would in a hundred years, Kimberly Ann."
I nearly broke my neck trying to turn around.
"Oh, my gawd! Kassie! How? When?"
She sat beside me with her back facing the table and grasped me in a bear hug.
