Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... killer? Or possibly just a gentleman?

We sat in his club, me drinking iced teas, him drinking coffee, and talked. Our discussion eventually turned to sex. In particular, children. He asked, "Kimberly, do you want children?"

I sat, looking at my iced tea, pondering the ramifications of my answer, "I thought I did, but after today, I don't think I do."

James said, "Children aren't an issue for me, but if I was child free, I wouldn't mind."

I made my mind up in that instant. I needed to know his intentions. "James, I have no where to go, no job, no money, no possessions, no future." "Why are we sitting here?"

James asked, "Kimberly, I get the feeling you are submissive." "How else do you explain your time with that asshole?"

Again, I was examining my life, I always gave in to my boyfriend, I let James lead me here, I divulged so much of my personal life to him, yes, I was submissive, especially to a strong man.

I looked at him, and asked, "James, what are you proposing?"

James said, "Kimberly, I want you to live with me, at least a week." "We can explore how the lifestyle works, see if you are interested in exploring it." "If you agree, I can set you up so you won't need for anything if you agree.

This man hadn't tried to take advantage of me, hadn't touched me since we entered his club. Sitting alone in a secluded area he had the opportunity to, but didn't take it, now he's offering me security. What should I do? Looking down at my glass, I said, ...

... "James, I've heard of the dominant submissive lifestyle." "I don't think I need much more information, except my hard limits."

James smiled, and said, "Mine are, no cutting, no scaring, no blood play, no golden or brown showers." "What are yours?"

I said, "Those and no heavy pain."

James stood up, held out his hand, and said, "You will call me Master." "Do you understand, Slave?"

I suddenly felt at home, standing, taking his hand, I said, "Yes, Master."

We walked through the kitchen, out the back door to a fancy car, a Land Rover I think.

He opened the door, helping me in, and before closing the door said, "You will be loved."

I sat in silence as he drove to his house. When we arrived, I saw an average suburban home, in a row of average suburban homes. James pulled into the drive of his house, a red brick and black trim house.

Before we got out of the car, James said, "Kimberly, lean forward a bit." "I'm going to put a collar around your neck."

I have to admit, my pussy was getting wet. I leaned forward, pulling my hair up and away from my neck, giving him access to my neck.

James pulled a collar from his center console, and as he was buckling it behind my neck, he said, "We will pick out a collar just for you tomorrow."

After his hands left my neck, I reached up and felt the collar, feeling the leather, and d-rings. James clipped a leash to the front D-ring, saying, "Hold the lead, while I get you out of the car."

I'm sitting in my seat, ...