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57 Kim and Saturday’s Carnival part 3 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 The second sexcapade of the day was for the Mistresses. Mary had used more lotion on Kim’s anus, and then on the abrasions Kim had sustained diving over the finish line and landing on then, bouncing off the chain. The bondage Kim now found herself in was strenuous on her shoulders. She was suspended by her ankles, which were spread wide apart. Her wrists were bound behind her back and used to lift her body, arching her back, so that her torso was horizontal to the ground. Rope, knotted in her hair pulled her head up. It was a position more suited for the Masters in attendance, Kim mused. She was open to penetration of all holes. She knew she’d be licking and sucking on plenty of pussy quite soon, as the betting was getting louder as the time of the event start neared. She was just hoping her ass wasn’t going to be subject to huge strap ons. When the bell rang to start, a Mistress was rolled under Kim on a comfy, pillow strewn pallet. Kim went to work with her tongue and lips, moments before she felt a tongue slide between her own labia. Kim moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the clit encased by her lips, drawing gasps from the Mistress it belonged to. Kim knew the Mistress behind her would almost certainly be rolled under Kim’s face for pleasure. It was all the more reason for her to pleasure each and every Mistress as best she could. Kim climaxed when three fingers speared her sex as her clit was sucked. She tensed in her bonds rigidly, but she kept working on the pussy below her, bringing that Mistress to orgasm seconds later. They both moaned in ecstasy, filling the air with erotic sound. The next Mistress slid under Kim in a 69 position, even though she had no way to reach Kim’s sex. It was Kim’s breasts and nipples the woman wanted to get to easily. As Kim sunk her tongue into the woman’s gash and probed as deep as she could, the Mistress took hold of Kim’s nipples and twisted. Kim’s groans vibrated through her tongue as she swabbed inside the pussy. A moment later, Kim felt a vibrating dildo thrust into her own sex, while a tongue lapped at her anus. Pleasure and pain intermingled within Kim, until the pain in her nipples magnified the pleasure coursing through her body. Kim pressed her nose into the Mistresses clit as she tongued and suck juices from her clit. The more pleasure she gave the woman, the tighter the grip and the more fiercely the twisting became. Kim’s body was shuddering, building to orgasm again, while she brought the woman to a climax that had her wailing and pressing her sex against Kim’s mouth and nose. Kim groaned when the woman released her grasp on Kim’s nipples, and whimpered when the dildo was removed from her sex and the tongue left her anus. She had been so close to her own climax, but she knew also that none of this was about her own satisfaction, that was all a bonus. The next Mistress came under Kim belly down, with her ass lifted in the air. Kim wasted no time using her tongue on her anus, allowing the Mistress to move her hips up and down to allow Kim access to pussy and ass alternatively. Kim let out a whimper when a dildo pushed through her anus simultaneously to another driving into her pussy. After getting over the initial pain, Kim realized the dildo spearing her ass wasn’t all that big, the pain was tolerable and she could relax. The three hours passed rather quickly to Kim. She pleased every Mistress that rolled under her and had even been brought to a few thunderous climaxes, four of them in quick succession after being kept on edge forth what must have been an hour. When Kim was brought back down to the ground and untied, her legs were rubbery and her feet numb. Mary snapped on Kim’s leash and pulled Kim to her feet anyway, heading timothy’s orders that Kim be up and about after each event before the other slaves. It may have been a silly gesture of superiority, but it was a command from their Master, and it WAS going to be adhered to, rather than face the consequences. Kim shuffled as fast as she could behind Mary to the care tent. Kim’s legs barely had time to recover from the suspension and her feet were still a bit tingly, when she was led to the last contest of the day. She immediately saw it would be a race across a field when she saw lanes drawn in chalk spanning a hundred yards. The second thing she saw was a cart. Each slave was weighed, then the cart was loaded with the weight of the slave who would pull it. Then came the hard part for the slaves. Their nipples were stretched from their body and tight clamps were fasted around the extended nipples. Each clamp had a large ring above4 and below the clamp. Very quickly, leather straps were threaded through the rings. One set of straps went up over the slaves shoulders, the second set went down between her legs. Both sets were securely threaded to the wagon the slave would pull. Moans and groans flowed freely from the slaves as they were hooked up to the wagons, but Kim stayed silent. She knew it was going to be painful, much more painful than the clamps felt just standing there. But she knew there wasn’t anything moaning and groaning was going to do about it. She was a bit surprised when a waist strap was buckled on her and the wagon’s arms were attached to it. A little test movement showed her the arms attached were more for balance than pulling the wagon. The slave’s nipples would take the brunt of the pulling. Kim gave a quick thought to Helen. Tiny Helen. Then she remembered that Tiny Helen also weighed less than probably any other slave entered in the carnival events. Master had made the pulling fair for every one of the slaves. Kim leaned forward as she awaited the starting gun, digging her toes into the turf to get a good push off to start. She didn’t touch the straps leading to her clamped nipples. The slaves were warned that holding onto the straps to help pull would disqualify the slave and earn them 20 stripes with a cane immediately after the race conclusion. Kim thought about folding her arms behind her back, but thought better of it, deciding that pumping her arms like a runner would be more beneficial. When the gun fired, Kim gritted her teeth and lunged forward. The straps pulled evenly on her nipples, so they moved neither up nor down. Instead they were pulled against her breasts, the clamp pressing into them. Kim kept her legs moving, her feet tearing at the dry turf, feeling the wagon moving on its balloon tires. She gave a silent thank you to whoever chose the inflated rubber tires over wooden wheels that might catch in the turf. Kim kept her head down, her torso leaning forward, as her legs and feet pushed forward. She kept her eyes on the ground before her, looking for any rocks that might be in her path. She knew Master would have instructed a thorough search for any rocks in the field, but she also knew perfection was impossible and some could have been missed. Foot by foot, Kim surged forward without any idea what was happening around her. She knew all she could do was keep pressing forward with every ounce of strength she had, no matter if she was leading or in last place. She was holding nothing back, so she had no more to give if she was falling behind. The straps were digging into her shoulders and digging into the skin between her thighs and labia. She had a quick thought about what it might feel like if the straps had been threaded between her pussy lips and over her clit. Kim was getting short of breath. She was huffing and puffing, sweat was pouring from her body. There were no yard markings in the lanes, so she had no idea how far she had traveled while keeping her head down, and dared not look up, lest she found herself way behind or with so much field left to cover that she got discouraged. “No”, she thought, “it’s better to keep my head down, push forward, and let the results speak for themselves”. She heard grunting and groaning on both sides of her, but was uncertain if it was from behind her or in front of her. Twice her foot slipped as she pushed forward and she almost went down. But she caught her balance quickly and plodded on. She had to be getting close, she thought. The cheering was getting louder, the exhortations for the individual slaves more fervent from their Masters and Mistresses. But Kim never heard her Master’s voice. There were now “Hurry, Hurry”, or “Move faster”, or ”work harder”. Nor were there threats of discipline as she heard yelled at other slaves. It didn’t mean she was ahead or behind. She knew Master trusted her to do her best and didn’t have to exhort her on, or threaten her. Master knew Kim’s own drive to make him proud was all she needed. The cheering, cajoling and screaming became indistinguishable. Kim couldn’t tell what was going on around her. But finally she saw the finish line come into view. A few more steps and she’s have her feet over the line, then she had ANOTHER three yards to go to get the cart over the finish line. THAT was what would determine the winner. She dug her foot into the chalk of the finish line and kept going. It was a struggle now and she gasped and grimaced, fighting the urge to grab the straps over her shoulders and pull. Two more steps she moved forward. The second chalk line that would signify she had pulled the cart over the finish line came into her view. Only three more steps. The noise was deafening as the blood pounded in her ears from exertion. One more step, she could see Mary’s feet ahead of her. Kim was exhausted. She gave a great heave with a primal yell and thrust her legs forward and felt Mary wrap her arms around her. She had finished. Mary let Kim go as fast as she had wrapped her arms around her. The hug was only to let Kim know she was finished. Kim stood with hands on hips. She couldn’t bend at the waist because of the straps over her shoulder. She thought about moving backwards and sitting on the grass, but the waist harness attached to the wagon arms prevented that. Her knees started to buckle. “Don’t you dare go down Kim. You know Master won’t approve.” Warned Mary cautiously. In an instant, Kim straightened her knees and stood tall, heaving breaths into her lungs. Mary began removing the straps from the clamp’s rings. “Damn it Mare, you could at least tell me how I did.” Wheezed Kim through deep breaths. “Too close to call, Hun. First, second or third. Depends on the judge’s eye sight.” Mary told her with a grin, as she removed the clamps from Kim’s nipples, prompting Kim to gasp and clinch her fists at the pins and needles pain that shot through her nipples as the blood flow resumed. Kim could hear howls and wails from slaves as they too felt the pain in their nipples. But Kim kept silent, biting back the pain, though her eyes watered profusely. “That’s a good girl.” Mary praised, “Let’s get you to the care tent and wash you down.” She added, clipping on Kim’s leash. “I want to find out who wom, Mare.” Beseeched Kim. “You will, it looks to me like they can’t make up their mind. Do as I tell you. You’re a mess and have to be bright and shiny for the next sex event.” Mary said with a slight admonishment. “Ok, Mare. You’re the boss.” Kim answered sadly, but compliantly. Kim and the other slaves got a cold hose down and were soaped up and shampooed, before getting rinsed off with the same cold hose. There was no hairdryers, but the heat of the day quickly got the slave’s hair dry. Kim was stretched out, face down on a table with Mary applying lotion and giving her a massage, when Timothy arrived with the results of the race. “The blind bastards called it a three way tie.” Spat Timothy in disgust. “I swear, next year I invest in electronic eyes for the finish lines.” He added fuming. “Does Master think I got shafted?” Kim said with a grin, obviously stifling a giggle at her Master’s discontent. Timothy was just about to respond angrily, after taking a deep breath, when he saw Kim’s grin and a smile spread across his face and the breath came out as a laugh. “Yes my slave, I think you did. And there wasn’t supposed to be any fucking in the event, but I think you got it right up the ass.” Timothy said with a smile. “Oh, well Master. I’m kind of used to that by now. I am after all a sex slave, am I not?” Kim said batting her eyelashes and grinning. “Yes you certainly are.” Agreed Timothy. “And one of a kind. You can calm your Master down with a grin and a quick wit.” Praised Timothy. With an adoring look on his face. Helen plodded over behind Florence, her hair still wet from the cold bathing. “And my other one of a kind slave.” Timothy said with just as big a smile for Helen, as he had for Kim. “Second place, and she caused almost everyone to lose money, because NO ONE thought she even finish.” Timothy laughed with praise, giving Helen a kiss on the forehead, and then Kim one. Kim and Helen hugged each other with congratulations, before they both settled down to rest for the last sexcaped. Timothy left them to attend to Carnival business. Kim was left to her own thoughts. Had she indeed been shafted? Was the win stolen from her? Or was Master just too proud to think she shouldn’t have been declared the winner? Did it really matter? She was already assured of advancing to the Sunday’s contests before the race even began. She’d never really know, she decided. She hadn’t been watching, and apparently it was close, too close to decide. The important part was she had done her best. And once again she had made her Master proud of her. “What more can ask for?” Thought Kim.
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Excellent Sir Ron, very excited to see a new story!
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Ron The Diabolical Dom😛
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Wonder what happened to part 2 of the carnival ?? 
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8/6/2022 7:05 am |
She loves her hangouts. 
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