Kimberly’s Life - Sex Stories

Kimberly’s Life

... watching James walk around the front of his car, approaching my door. He opened the door, extending his hand. I handed him the lead, he held out his other hand, offering to help me out of the car.

He closed the door behind me, walking me to the front door. He unlocked and opened the door, leading me into his home. Once the door was closed, he said, "From this point on, you will call me Master, you are my slave, and you will undress here." "When you are naked, you may enter my home."

Looking him in his eyes, seeing only concern, I said, "Yes, Master."

When I was naked, I felt my submissiveness growing, I wanted to be his slave.

He had unclipped the leash, letting me explore his home. After about half an hour he invited me into his home office.

"Slave, sit. We need to talk."

I sat in the chair he'd indicated, holding my hands in front of me, something I'd been doing since I had taken my clothes off.

"Slave, I have a contract I want you to read." "If you are comfortable with it sign it, and return it to me." "If there are any issues, we will discuss them." He handed me a few pages, then said, "Follow me, I'll show you your room."

My room? I wasn't sleeping with him? I thought a sex slave was available to him always.

I sat on my bed, looking back on the days events, how did I get here? Do I want to be here? I decided to sleep before making any decisions.

The next morning, Saturday morning, I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. I used the bathroom, ...

... then headed into the kitchen. Seeing James, my new Master, cooking the bacon. I said, "Master, bacon isn't good for your cholesterol, ham would be better."

James looked up. He said, "I thought you would like something familiar, but starting tomorrow, you will be in charge of all the cooking."

Looking at the table, I saw several of my favorite breakfast foods, smiling, I said, "Yes, Master."

I thought I saw a small smile cross his face.

Over breakfast, we talked about the contract. The biggest issue I had was punishment. I said, "Master, I don't think I'm into pain." "I request you move slowly in punishing me."

"Slave, is there any other issues?"

"Yes, Master, one." "I need time to learn the different stances described in the contract."

"Slave, let's scrap everything except the inspection stance." Is that acceptable to you?"

I beamed at him, "Yes, Master."

Master, said, "After you finish cleaning up from breakfast, I'll show you how I like to discipline my slaves."

Slaves? Did he say Slaves?

When I had the kitchen clean and shining, I found Master in his office. I walked in, and adopted the inspiration stance. I stood a few feet in front of his desk, my feet shoulder width apart, my hands clasped behind my back, my head tilted down slightly. I waited until Master noticed me.

Master looked up at me, smiled and said, "You did a good job with your inspection stance." "I want you to shave all your hair below your chin by tomorrow morning."

I ...