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05 Ekim 2023, 19:36
Sam and I awakened before Kelly. Sam was up first and carefully shook me awake. Placing her finger to her lips, she indicated we should be quiet, so we wouldn't wake Kelly, while we slipped out of bed. Passing the clock, I noticed that it was a few minutes after 6 A.M. Once out of Kelly's hearing range, Sam suggested that we should make breakfast for my Mistress and serve it to her in bed.
First, though, we had to use the bathroom for our morning absolutions. While I was still embarrassed, because we were connected by the chain forcing Sam to be closer to me than ever, it didn't seem to faze Sam one iota. When I asked her why, she replied, "You'll get used to having company during your previously private moments, Kimmy. Allyson is with me quite often and I am never permitted to close the bathroom door. I imagine it will be the same for you. Our Mistresses are almost like twins in their thinking."
When I looked at myself in the mirror, my hand strayed down to my I.D. tag. Sam was watching me touch it and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Yes, truthfully, I do." Seeing it hanging between my legs and knowing what it represented was quite provocative. I also liked the weight of the ring and the way it hung down and pulled my neither lip.
"Strange as it may seem to many people, I've loved mine since the day Allyson put it on me." Standing at my back, she put her arms around me and touched my nipple rings. "What do you think of these?"
"I've always turned my nose up when I heard anyone mention pierced nipples. I couldn't imagine why anyone would do anything like it to their body. Now, I think they add charm to my nipples and my breasts. My nipples ache quite a bit this morning. But then, so does my ass," I joked, then added, "But it's a 'nice' ache, if you know what I mean."
"I do. It's an ache one must experience to understand, though. Both aches should be gone by in a couple days. I must tell you that stripes do look great on you. I hope I see you wearing them more often." I only grinned.
"Meanwhile, let me help you clean your piercings, so they don't get infected." There was no reason I would refuse her offer. First, she wet a face cloth, moistened the hardened matter that had collected on the rings near the openings, and wiped them clean. "Now we can put some antiseptic on them." She removed a green bottle from the cabinet and moistened a cotton ball with its contents. "This is Campho Phenique. It contains camphor, phenol and eucalyptus oil. It is a great antiseptic but burns like hell. It is listed for external use only, but we have found that it is great for aiding the healing process in small piercings. It's what Kelly will want you to use. Salt water is also good to use, but this is more medicinal." Using the cotton ball, she moistened both ends of one ring then turned the ring, moving it back and forth through the pierced hole. She was right it did burn like hell. I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from screaming out loud. After doing this several times with all four rings, she informed me that I should clean them several times a day, initially, then once a day, even after the seepage stops, until the healing is complete. I thanked her with a kiss.
We had a blast preparing breakfast while still naked and chained together. We ate ours at the table in the breakfast nook, knowing that would be OK with Kelly, especially considering what we had planned for her. It was pleasant talking to Sam about her life as Allyson's sub, knowing my experiences would be quite similar. I knew that the term "slave" was more figurative than real. Sam explained that we were more like indentured servants with lots of freedom. While Sam did "serve" Allyson, when it came to things like housework and attending to her personal care, Allyson usually pitched in and helped, rather than require Sam to do it all. She said that Kelly also helped when she did housework for her. We were slaves only in the sense that we gave ownership of our bodies to our Mistresses and had no decision power in what they did with or to us, unless we opted to end the relationship. I had already started to enjoy letting Kelly have total control.
Returning to the bedroom, Sam and I awakened Kelly, had her sit up in center of the bed, placed her breakfast on a bed tray and took turns feeding her. We all thoroughly enjoyed the moment. Kelly even commented how nice it was having two slaves to take care of her. "At least I get to keep one of you this time," she commented. I leaned over and kissed her.
When we finished, Kelly said that it was time she introduced me to her "playroom." I helped her put on a pair of tight, boy-leg shorts. Other than this one item, she was naked as we followed her to the playroom, led by the leash, again connected to the center of our chain.
I was somewhat shocked, and yet amazed, when we walked through the door and into the room. It looked like some of the "dungeon" photos that she had shown me in the B
First, though, we had to use the bathroom for our morning absolutions. While I was still embarrassed, because we were connected by the chain forcing Sam to be closer to me than ever, it didn't seem to faze Sam one iota. When I asked her why, she replied, "You'll get used to having company during your previously private moments, Kimmy. Allyson is with me quite often and I am never permitted to close the bathroom door. I imagine it will be the same for you. Our Mistresses are almost like twins in their thinking."
When I looked at myself in the mirror, my hand strayed down to my I.D. tag. Sam was watching me touch it and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Yes, truthfully, I do." Seeing it hanging between my legs and knowing what it represented was quite provocative. I also liked the weight of the ring and the way it hung down and pulled my neither lip.
"Strange as it may seem to many people, I've loved mine since the day Allyson put it on me." Standing at my back, she put her arms around me and touched my nipple rings. "What do you think of these?"
"I've always turned my nose up when I heard anyone mention pierced nipples. I couldn't imagine why anyone would do anything like it to their body. Now, I think they add charm to my nipples and my breasts. My nipples ache quite a bit this morning. But then, so does my ass," I joked, then added, "But it's a 'nice' ache, if you know what I mean."
"I do. It's an ache one must experience to understand, though. Both aches should be gone by in a couple days. I must tell you that stripes do look great on you. I hope I see you wearing them more often." I only grinned.
"Meanwhile, let me help you clean your piercings, so they don't get infected." There was no reason I would refuse her offer. First, she wet a face cloth, moistened the hardened matter that had collected on the rings near the openings, and wiped them clean. "Now we can put some antiseptic on them." She removed a green bottle from the cabinet and moistened a cotton ball with its contents. "This is Campho Phenique. It contains camphor, phenol and eucalyptus oil. It is a great antiseptic but burns like hell. It is listed for external use only, but we have found that it is great for aiding the healing process in small piercings. It's what Kelly will want you to use. Salt water is also good to use, but this is more medicinal." Using the cotton ball, she moistened both ends of one ring then turned the ring, moving it back and forth through the pierced hole. She was right it did burn like hell. I had to clamp my teeth together to keep from screaming out loud. After doing this several times with all four rings, she informed me that I should clean them several times a day, initially, then once a day, even after the seepage stops, until the healing is complete. I thanked her with a kiss.
We had a blast preparing breakfast while still naked and chained together. We ate ours at the table in the breakfast nook, knowing that would be OK with Kelly, especially considering what we had planned for her. It was pleasant talking to Sam about her life as Allyson's sub, knowing my experiences would be quite similar. I knew that the term "slave" was more figurative than real. Sam explained that we were more like indentured servants with lots of freedom. While Sam did "serve" Allyson, when it came to things like housework and attending to her personal care, Allyson usually pitched in and helped, rather than require Sam to do it all. She said that Kelly also helped when she did housework for her. We were slaves only in the sense that we gave ownership of our bodies to our Mistresses and had no decision power in what they did with or to us, unless we opted to end the relationship. I had already started to enjoy letting Kelly have total control.
Returning to the bedroom, Sam and I awakened Kelly, had her sit up in center of the bed, placed her breakfast on a bed tray and took turns feeding her. We all thoroughly enjoyed the moment. Kelly even commented how nice it was having two slaves to take care of her. "At least I get to keep one of you this time," she commented. I leaned over and kissed her.
When we finished, Kelly said that it was time she introduced me to her "playroom." I helped her put on a pair of tight, boy-leg shorts. Other than this one item, she was naked as we followed her to the playroom, led by the leash, again connected to the center of our chain.
I was somewhat shocked, and yet amazed, when we walked through the door and into the room. It looked like some of the "dungeon" photos that she had shown me in the B