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46 Kim Is Forgiven Sorry again folks for being so late. Got caught up in a conversation with a potential meet, and covering as a mod in a FB group Story in the comments.  |
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Mr. or Mrs. ALT CENSOR! THERE IS NO HATE/WEAPONS/UNDERAGE IN THIS POST. EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, NO WEAPONS AND ADULT Kim was going stir crazy. It had been three days since she had been branded. The restriction on speaking had not been lifted. Mary went about grooming and caring for Kim as usual, but neither spoke. Mary instructed Kim with hand signals, when Kim didn’t know what to do automatically. The constant care needed for her brand was maddening. Even the doctor didn’t speak to Kim on his twice daily visits to check and bandage the branding. Kim had been chained to her bed except to relieve herself. She wasn’t even allowed to feed herself. Mary fed her…with her hand. As if that were a suitable substitute for her Master’s hand. It only hurt Kim deeper that she was being fed by someone other than her Master. Twice, Kim refused to eat. When Mary came back from reporting to Timothy, a pecker gag with a tube running through it, was placed in Kim’s mouth and a protein shake was fed to her through a nozzle into the gag’s tube. After the second time, Kim decided the food was better than the protein shake and ate compliantly. But the worst thing of all, was that Master had not visited her once. At least not when she was awake, she had no way of knowing if Master looked in on her while she slept. Not being able to see him, be touched by him was like an ice pick stabbing her heart and soul. The days of not knowing anything her Master did, gnawing at her mind. Kim had already decided that as excruciating as Master’s physical punishments could be, they paled in comparison to the mental and emotional torture he gave. Kim would gladly receive two hundred cane strokes to be able to be with her Master. To kneel by his side, be fed by him, agonizingly fucked by him, be caressed by him. To be a slave to him. Being a slave to her Master was being property, a non-person to be used and abused. But her Master also showed appreciation, caring and affection. But the last four days was a life below even that. She was property tucked away in storage, unable to be of use to her owner and receiving no emotional uplifting. Even slave got more attention from Master than Kim was getting, she was sure of it. By the end of seven days, Kim’s mood was dark. She spent half her day chained face down on the bed, the other half stretched spread eagle standing at the base of the bed. She hadn’t been allowed to see her new branding. She still hadn’t been spoken to and used her voice. She would wake in the middle of the night and weep for however long it took until she fell back to sleep. But there was also nowhere else she would rather be. She never considered wanting to leave. And she didn’t dare do anything to earn more punishment since her mini revolt at eating. She wanted her stay in purgatory to end. She decided to look for the light at the end of the tunnel, even though she was careful not to show it. She feared if she showed strength and resolve to get through her punishment, Master might prolong it somehow to break Kim further. Even so, every night she woke in the darkness and wept quietly for everything she was missing each day and night. By day ten, Kim was ready to leap out of her skin. She was confident there were no medical setbacks with the branding. The doctor made no extra visits, and Mary didn’t do anything different. She was even a little more vigorous with her bathing of Kim. But there was still plenty of pain. She knew as long as the pain was severe, she wouldn’t be unchained from the bed, much less allowed out of her quarters. She did her best not to think about what Master was doing. But she usually slipped and started thinking about master fucking Helen, or feeding Helen, whipping or caning Helen. And Kim wanted all those things and more for herself. She couldn’t believe she was looking forward to the pain of being anally fucked by Master’s ten-inch long and very thick cock. Just as much as she was looking forward to whatever else he would personally do to torment and torture her. She just wanted to be close to her Master. All the anguish he caused her, physically, mentally and emotionally, fueled her desire for him. On day fourteen, it was evening after dinner. Kim was standing chained spread eagle to the lower bedposts when a hand covered her mouth from behind. Instinctively, she knew it was her Master. She went limp at his touch and tried to let her body fall back against him, but the wrist restraints held her from him. To her relief, Master stepped forward and allowed Kim to lean against him. His free arm wrapped around her waist. Kim sighed with contentment and whimpered as her heart filled with happiness. “In the morning, you will have breakfast kneeling by my side.” Timothy whispered in Kim’s ear. Her eyes welled with tears of joy, and she sobbed, rubbing her head against her Master’s chest. “You’re healing very well. You have behaved nicely while confined. When you wake in the morning, you may speak again.” He told her. Then he moved even closer and whispered even lower. “I’ve missed you, my Dearest.” Kim’s heart almost burst with elation at her Master’s words. Five words were all it took to glue her soul and heart back together. She swooned against him. She almost cried out a protest when his hand left her mouth and his body moved away. And then he was gone again. Kim held her head up, her pride returning like a shot of adrenalin surging through her veins. Her body that had sagged in her chains all week stood up straight. A small smile grew on her face, not too bright, just enough to show her contentment. She looked forward to being chained to her bed, face down to sleep. She knew that tonight, she would not wake and weep in the middle of the night, for in the morning, she would be again with her Master, serving him as a slave should, as Kim so dearly wanted to. Kim had awakened early and was waiting impatiently when Mary came to her quarters to unchain her for grooming. “Morning Hun.” Called Mary as she entered the room and saw Kim staring at the doorway. “Good morning Mare. God! It’s so good to talk again!” Kim said enthusiastically. Mary went to Kim’s ankles with the key to the chains that held Kim to the bed. She began unlocking the chain from the bed post first. “Oh Mare, No, no! Please screw the posts, just get the cuffs off me!” Protested, Kim wanting to get free of the bed as soon as she could. “Are you telling me how to do my job, slave?” Mary asked in a haughty tone of voice. Kim recognized the teasing in Mary’s voice as she moved to the other bed post to release the chain. Kim groaned. “Mare, you know I wouldn’t do that, I just want to get the hell out of these cuffs for the first time in two weeks.” Kim whimpered beseechingly, knowing Mary was drawing this out, playfully tormenting Kim. “Now, now, now. Patience is a virtue for a slave.” Mary stated, like a teacher giving a lesson, while moving to release the chains from the posts at the top of the bed. Kim dropped her head into her pillow and gave a screech, muffled by the pillow. “You are a cruel groom, a really cruel groom.” Kim said playfully, while shaking her head after raising it from the pillow. “But I still love you, whether you deserve it or not." she added before sticking her tongue out and blowing raspberries. Mary couldn’t resist chuckling. But she also gave Kim a love tap to the back of her head. “Such insolence." Sighed Mary woefully as she finally removed a cuff from one of Kim’s wrists. “Stick your hand out, slave!” Mary said in a mock angry voice. Kim slowly held her freed hand up, not sure Mary would do. In a flash, Mary slapped the back of Kim’s hand. It was nothing compared to a can stoke, but Kim yelped in surprise, then made like her hand had been hit by a cane stroke. “Oh God! Please don’t hit me again Mare, I’ll be good, I promise.” Kim said, with feigned fear, while batting her eyelashes. Slave and groom both broke out in laughter. “Ok, but if you don’t behave next time, it will be five slaps.” Mary chuckled while continuing to unlock Kim’s cuffs. They were both in good moods, Kim because she could resume her service to her master and Mary because she knew what this meant to Kim and was happy for her. Exercise and grooming seemed to last forever to Kim, she was so anxious to get down for breakfast at her Master’s side. The hour of exercise was grueling after two weeks of inactivity and the care she needed to take with her still aching and raw branding. Mary, as always, was extra careful bathing Kim due to the brand. Standing pedicures were annoying for both Kim and Mary, as Kim tried her best to balance on one foot. “If you don’t stand still, I’m going to lace a rope in your hair and tie it off to the ceiling hook!” Mary threatened as she tried painting Kim’s toes nails pink. “I’m trying! I’m trying!” responded a very jittery Kim. She was actually getting nervous, as if it were her first day serving. When Mary finally led Kim into the dining room, Master was already seated in his chair at the head of the table. Kim swooned when her Master smiled when she entered. He watched her intently as she took her position next to him and knelt upright on her knees. Even with the thick padded bandage over the brand, Kim was not allowed to kneel back on her heels yet to keep the skin on her backside and hip from stretching and splitting open the healing brand. Kim became self-conscious under her Master’s stare. The silence was killing her, so she decided to be bold and break the ice. “Good morning Master. I am so happy to be back at your side for your pleasure.” She stated with a nervous smile. “I’m glad to have you back where you belong. Where you will belong for the rest of your life.” Timothy said in a calm, even tone. The words set shivers up and down Kim’s spine. The words and tone seemed equal parts endearment and cruel reminder. “You have earned my forgiveness.” “Thank you, Master.” Responded Kim, a bit on the shaky side. She tried to mask her nervousness by lowering her head and kissing her Master’s hand as it rested on the arm of his chair. Her Master responded by stroking her hair as a servant brought in breakfast. Kim relished breakfast, not for food or nourishment, but because it came from her Master’s hand. No longer, she promised herself, would she resent not being allowed to feed herself. She would feed from his hand like a trained pet gladly henceforth now that she realized how much it hurt when she couldn’t. Timothy noticed the change in the way Kim fed from his hand, and he knew, with an inner smile, that he had broken Kim further. That he had added another invisible chain around her that would keep her fused to him. Little by little he would add chains until she could never leave him. Kim was so intent on her Master and being near him again, it took until breakfast was over for her to notice Helen wasn’t present. Kim had sudden concern for Helen. She hadn’t known Master to place Helen or her on display or discipline them before breakfast. Kim was hoping dearly that Helen had not been branded again as well. Master led Kim by her leash outside onto the patio, where he sat and read the paper. Kim knelt compliantly beside him in contentment, but also worried about Helen. She didn’t dare ask Master where Helen was. Each time Timothy turned a page and refolded the paper to hold it with one hand, he would reach out and touch Kim. Caress her breasts, gently tweak a nipple, stroke her hair or glide the back of his hand down her arm. Kim sighed each time, occasionally letting a whimper of joy escape her throat. When Master was done reading, he stood and took up Kim’s leash and led her back inside. Kim got nervous and shivered again when she noticed the direction Master was leading her. The door to the dungeon beckoned before her, and a small sob escaped her mouth. “Don’t worry, My Dearest, you have no punishment coming.” Timothy said soothingly. Hearing herself called My Dearest again, made Kim’s heart skip a beat. She quietly followed her Master down the steps. It had been two weeks since she had been branded in the dungeon. Though she was elated to be back serving her Master, she wasn’t thrilled to be reentering these walls. Just as she took the last step into the dungeon, Kim saw why Helen wasn’t at breakfast. Helen was standing high on her toes, her arms lifted high behind her back. Her face was streaked with tears. Her mouth was sealed with the biggest ball gag Kim had ever seen. Helen’s lips were stretched around the ball, creating a tight seal. A nozzle ran into the center of the ball, the tube from the nozzle led to the bottom of a huge vat of what Kim knew to be horse semen. String was knotted tightly around Helen’s nipples and pulled tight to a pair of steel buckets. Kim could see that the buckets were filled with water and that two tanks of more water hung over the buckets with taps directly over the buckets. The weight of the water in the buckets had drawn the strings, and Helen’s nipples, until Helen could thrust her chest out no further. Each nipple was stretched out to an excruciating length, the tips beyond the knots purple, her areolas were red, and her breasts were ghostly pale. “You see My Dearest, Helen needed to keep her arms at a certain height, an exact height actually. See the wires wrapped between her wrists, tightening the ropes binding her?” Timothy started to explain. “Yes, Master, I see them.” Kim answered hesitantly, she guessed what the wires did, but Timothy explained it to her, unknowing of Kim’s deduction. “One wire leads to the water tank spigot’s release mechanism. If her hands go too high, water is released into the two buckets and the buckets pull her nipples. It seems she has lowered her hands rather frequently. See? The buckets are filled and have overflowed onto the floor. Tsk, tsk. Now the other wire runs to the release mechanism for the semen tanks. If her hands go too low, she gets a flow of cum down her throat. My, my, it looks like she’s had to swallow quite a bit of horse cum too. Not only does she need to be aware of her arms and hands, but the height she is on her toes can set the release as well. In the beginning, if she stayed juuuust right, her nipples weren’t pulled hard at all. But now, well, the buckets don’t get emptied, they just keep pulling. The problem she has now is that the pulling on her nipples forces her hands lower and releases the horse cum down her throat unless she can strain her hands back up into position.” Timothy was smiling with devilish glee through the entire explanation. Helen sobbed and whimpered the entire time, surely, Kim thought, her tears and crying had lasted much of the night. Kim could see desperation in Helen’s eyes as Helen looked to her Master, hoping for release from her predicament. Kim’s face was covered with concern for Helen. Timothy looped the handle of Kim’s leash on a hook hanging above her head, then walked to a post behind Helen. The tiny slave tried to crane her neck to keep her eyes on her Master, but that lowered her hands and she began gulping and gagging horse semen. She immediately raised her arms, straining her shoulders, attempted to rise higher on her aching toes. The result was water flowing into the two buckets, and onto the floor. Timothy waited until Helen slowly lowered her arms so that her hands were just right again. With a loud slap, Timothy spanked Helen brutally one time. Helen went from bent at the waist, to standing erect from the impact. Helen’s nipples were pulled unmercifully as her body tried to lift the buckets as Helen straightened up. Her arms lowered severely and a torrent of cum flowed into her mouth and down her throat unchecked. Helen’s eyes were wide in shocked pain, and the attempt to gulp down the free flow of cum. Timothy walked quickly to the vat of cum and shut down the mechanism, possibly keeping Helen from drowning on horse semen. Then he carefully emptied the buckets onto the floor, flooding Helen’s feet in what was very cold water, but keeping his own shoes dry. Helen still had to keep her arms rise high behind her as the wires still forced her to, but there was now no need for a precise height. As soon as the water had drained from the floor, Master set about releasing Helen, only to restrain her again on a low bench. He put her on her back, her head hanging off one end. Her wrists and ankles tied beneath the bench. Timothy took Kim’s leash and led her to stand over Helen’s head. With a short tug downward, he commanded Kim to kneel over Helen’s face. “You did so well these past two weeks, I thought you deserved a little reward.” He told Kim. Immediately, Kim felt Helen start sucking on her clit without being told to. She had heard her Master and knew her mouth on Kim’s sex until Kim climaxed was the reward. Kim closed her eyes and let out a long sigh as Helen began licking between her labia. Helen knew well what Kim liked from their past love making, and she was doing everything Kim enjoyed, hoping to please not only Kim, but her Master with her efforts. Kim hadn’t seen her Master straddle Helen’s chest and the bench until his cock head nudged her lips. Kim opened her eyes with joy and kissed her Master’s cock head for the first time in weeks. With Helen driving her tongue into Kim’s pussy, Kim dove her head down onto Master’s shaft and took the head happily into her throat. Before she knew it, Master had taken a step forward, and she had slid her lips down to his base with enthusiasm. Kim began vigorously fucking her own throat with her Master’s shaft. Oh, how she had missed his cock in her throat, missed giving him the pleasure of hearing her gag and choke when her lips were around his base, her nose mashed against his pubic bone. After two weeks with no sexual release, Kim was orgasming uncontrollably from the suckling and tongue lashing Helen was giving her clit. Wave after shocking wave of ecstasy. A second orgasm rolled through Kim almost immediately. The second climax spurred her on to redouble her pace over her Master's thick pole. Kim was choking, gagging, grunting and moaning all at the same time. Her toes were curled, her ankles and calves lifted off the floor as her body shook. When Master grabbed her hair in two clinched fists and started humping her face, she arched her neck, straightening her throat and opened her mouth as wide as she could, giving her Master a fuck hole to dill his manhood into. When Helen triggered a third climax from Kim’s body, Kim’s mind went into orbit as she tried to scream in rapture around the shaft in her throat that was pumping sperm into her belly. When Timothy pulled his withering rod from Kim’s mouth, she almost fell backwards. Timothy grabbed her by the hair at the last second, so she wouldn’t fall on her branded hip on the damp floor. The pain in her scalp didn’t faze Kim at all, she had climaxed so hard and was so exhausted from that and sucking her Master’s cock dry. Timothy allowed Kim to crawl on all fours when they left the dungeon, seeing that she was too exhausted to walk, but wanting to leave the dungeon while Helen was tended to by her groom. With all the play, it was getting near lunchtime, and Mary would need time to clean Kim’s feet and legs of the dampness she had been walking and kneeling in. For her part, Kim was elated. She was truly a slave again, pleasuring her Master as he saw fit. And he provided her with three incredible orgasms from Helen’s talented tongue. She didn’t know how this day could get any better.
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7/4/2022 11:46 pm |
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Yay, for Kim, this has been a long punishment for her.
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