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11 Kim's A New Beginning After lying on the cold kitchen floor for an hour or so in complete exhaustion, Kim forced herself up and started cleaning up and putting everything away. She carefully wiped down and cleaned the torturous contraption, not wanting to return it to Mistress Inga in anything but perfect condition. She spent an extra-long time rubbing the phallus and tickler clean, almost in reverence, recalling how it had spread her labia and insides wide. How the tickler drove her to the brink of insanity. As much as Kim had wanted to get off the ride before, she wanted to get back on even more now, damn the cost to her sanity. Kim finally tore herself away from the Phallus and struggled to get the machine back into its box. Throwing a on a long trench coat, Kim brought the box outside and placed it in her car trunk. Back inside, she made her way upstairs to the shower. As the warm water flowed over her body, Kim found her legs were weak, and slumped to the floor of the tub and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, sitting tightly in a ball, her head resting against her knees. As the spray washed over her a million thought ran through her mind. She wrestled with what had been going on in her mind, her dreams, and her realities. Her summer vacation, just relaxing at home, had turned into a life changing experience. Could she turn back? Could she set aside the dreams, the new desires and urgings? Did she WANT to turn back? If she didn’t turn back, did she have the fortitude to move forward? Her will was weak about moving forward, she knew. She hadn’t been able to completely submit to Mistress Inga no matter how many times Kim had replied with respect, begged forgiveness and rued disappointing the Dominant woman. With a deep breath, she clinched her jaw and stood. She quickly soaped up and washed her hair, rinsing thoroughly. Stepping out of the shower, Kim roughly dried herself, blow dried her hair and marched into her bedroom. She carefully chose what she would wear. Sheer stockings held up by a black garter belt. Kim decided against panties this time and never considered a bra. A silk blouse, buttoned only far enough to keep her breasts inside the blouse. A skirt cut to mid-thigh with slits up each side exposing her upper thighs, covered her naked sex. And lastly she chose her most daring pair of ankle strap sandals with 4 inch heels. Every item, every omitted item, chosen deliberately with a plan in mind. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Kim left for the shop, determined to see her decision through no matter what. She had barely recovered from her morning and afternoon ride on the machine, but dreaded that her resolve would weaken overnight. She had to return to the shop and Mistress Inga as fast as she could. She had planned her arrival to be just at closing time. She had carefully checked the shops posted hours last night, when leaving. Kim drove into the alley behind the shop, parked and got out of the car. As she rang the doorbell, she began trembling. “You can DO this!” she whispered softly to herself, trying to strengthen her resolve. The door swung open and Mistress Inga stood before Kim regally. Kim lowered her eyes to Inga’s feet, unable to meet the woman’s gaze. “Wait.” Is all the Mistress says coolly, before closing the door again. Seconds seemed like hours as Kim shuffled her feet and finally decided to get the box out of her trunk and place it before the door. Kim began waiting again, worrying, about what she wasn’t sure. Doubt? Rejection? Kim took deep breaths to try and calm herself. The door seemed to spring open suddenly. “Bring the box inside.” Ordered Inga, at least Kim took it that way. Kim struggled to lift the box into the storeroom, but the Mistress offers no assistance and Kim asked for none. Also wondering why one of the other girls couldn’t be told to help, if they are there. Kim got the heavy box inside and indeed notice all the women are present, though shackled hand and foot. Gagged with what Kim assumed to be penis gags. Kim couldn’t see what the leather across there lower face hid, but she made the assumption anyway. “What can we do for you tonight Kim?” As usual, Inga’s voice is calm and collected. “I wanted to return this Mistress. It was incredible Mistress. Thank you for letting me use it Mistress. And … And I want to try again Mistress. Please Mistress?” Kim’s last two words were more than a plea as she held her hands together, her fingers laced, her brows arched, her eyes imploring. “Kim, I don’t wish to waste time on vain attempts.” Inga told Kim, but she had a sly look in her eyes. She was baiting Kim. Closing off Kim’s mind from retreat by showing a perceived impatience that wasn’t truly there. Kim took a quick look around the storeroom and spied two pairs of leather cuffs sitting on a shelf. “Excuse me a moment Mistress.” Kim responded softly and walk unsteadily to the cuffs and tightened them on her wrists and ankles in silence, breathing deeply. Another deep breath and Kim walked with more resolution to the wall where the cement blocks had been again placed. Carefully, she stepped up onto the blocks, her shapely legs spread wide, her thighs reaching out of the slits of her skirt, the hemline barely rising, and still covering Kim’s now wet sex. Kim looked up at the hook above her head and with a soft sigh, reached up and slid the cuff’s “D” ring onto the hook. She pushed the hook into the hole and locked herself to the wall. She turned her eyes to Inga, who had walked silently in front of Kim. Though startled by the unexpected close proximity, Kim was still intent, she hoped. “Please Mistress?” Kim implored. “Please what Kim?” Inga responded, intent of forcing Kim to say the words, ask explicitly. “Please lock the ankle cuffs to the wall Mistress? Please Mistress?” Kim couldn’t help add the extra plea. “And what else Kim?” Inga’s grin was wide as she drew Kim to add more. Seconds passed before Kim could answer. Kim’s eyes went from Inga to the three women, who were all staring at her intently, she scanned the room before returning her eyes to Inga. “Please gag me Mistress.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “You know I am weak Mistress. Gag me so I can’t turn back. Gag me so no matter what happens, I will stay. Please Mistress, I DO want this Mistress. Help me be strong Mistress. Please, I beg you Mistress.” Tears were welling in Kim’s eyes. Inga waited a moment, watching Kim’s brows arch again in silent pleading. Finally, having got what she wanted from the very beginning, Inga locked Kim’s ankles to the wall. Silently she walk away, Kim’s eyes followed Inga across the room and back again. The return trip Inga held a gag. A rather large penis gag. Kim’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart began racing. The penis was 4 inches long. Kim watched the tip of the black pecker moved toward her as Inga pointed it toward Kim’s mouth and moved it ever closer. The angle of her sight made it look larger than it was sending tremors through Kim. Not until the head pushed at Kim’s lips did she part them and open her mouth wide. As it slid over Kim’s tongue, she closed her lips around the shaft. It pressed her tongue down inside her mouth and bored to the very back of her mouth, almost into her throat. Kim coughed and gagged slightly at the intrusion as Inga expertly tightened the straps behind Kim’s head until the straps dug into Kim’s cheeks, sending the pecker a little bit deeper, making Kim’s eyes now stream tears due to the feeling of gagging and coughing. But no words of protest could escape Kim’s mouth. Only muffled coughs and gagging sounds intermingled with moans and groans. Terror flooded through Kim and she began pulling at the cuffs, but she was trapped firmly, and she had allowed it, begged for it. She had no way to turn back. In resignation she arched her throat and rested her head against the wall, first, to ease the angle of the peckers intrusion to the entrance of her throat and second, in acceptance of all that was happening. “You will get used to that and more.” Inga intoned. Was it reassurance or a command? Kim wasn’t sure. Inga began unbuttoning Kim’s blouse, but Kim kept her head held back. Not wanting the pecker to cause more coughing and gagging than it was, but more so she wouldn’t have to see what the Mistress was doing to her. Kim knew what was coming and dread it. After revealing Kim’s breasts, still raw from that afternoon, Inga undid and lifted Kim’s skirt up and over her head. Kim lifted her head from the wall to let the skirt fall down her arms. With her blouse spread wide, Kim was now naked from the shoulders to her hose tops. She blushed dark red knowing the other “slaves” were watching, seeing her nudity. “How thoughtful of you to not wear under garment Kim.” Inga cooed. Kim decided to take the statement as a compliment. Kim heard a finger snap, but she didn’t see Inga point. But Kim could see Lisa hobble towards her immediately. Soon enough, Lisa bent in front of Kim and slid the blocks of cement out from under Kim’s feet. Kim was left dangling against the wall. Her cuffed ankles gave no relief to her wrists, which held all her weight. Kim closed her eyes tightly and moaned. Another finger snap and more shuffling of a chained woman. In her hands nipple clips. “This is Beth.” Inga introduced to Kim. Beth nodded ever so slightly. Kim knew the clips were coming as soon as her blouse was opened but she thought Inga would apply them. “From the looks of your nipples Kim, they’ve been through an ordeal already today. But no matter, that was then, this is now. This is my time, my rules.” Inga informed Kim as Beth applied the clips. Kim clinched her eyes shut tightly in extreme pain, groaning, tears immediately springing from her eyes, streaming down her face. Another finger snap. Kim blinked her eyes clear to see what would come next. Her eyes widened when she saw the third woman approach with a very long, thick black phallus protruding from a harness. The auburn haired woman had a devilish gleam in her eyes. Kim quivered in fear at the women’s eyes and looked to Inga for help, but knew she would get none. “This is Karen.” Introduced Inga. But Karen didn’t nod. She just thrust the massive phallus up into Kim’s vaginal canal without preamble. Her hand working the length into Kim in one push. Kim’s scream at the brutal insertion was only a gurgling sound behind the pecker gag. Her hands clinched, her feet kicked the wall as the phallus stretched her canal wider than it had even been and the head poked harshly at the opening of her cervix. Karen clumsily buckled the harness on Kim. Yanking the crotch strap extra tight, forcing the strap deep between Kim’s labia and pushing the phallus further, the head nudging against the cervix slightly. Kim was beside herself. “Now Karen, that was a bit uncalled for. You may regret that at some point in time.” Mistress Inga said in an offhand manor. Inga had actually enjoyed Kim’s reaction to the insertion. Kim’s breathing came in struggled gasps through her flared nostrils. All three slaves stood before Kim behind Inga. Their gags hiding their grins, but their eyes betraying their glee at Kim’s pain and humiliation. If not gagged, they would have voiced their welcome to their new sister slave. Glee at Kim’s position or not, they were sister slaves now and wanted for Kim all that they had enjoyed and wanted themselves. “Were are having a guest tonight Kim. How nice you came back tonight for this visit. I expected you tomorrow. You are now fortunate enough to be seen by our guest and contribute to the night’s entertainment. Kim’s eyes flashed fear and humiliation. How could she bear to be seen like this? She just couldn’t. It was too much. This wasn’t her plan. But her protests were muffled silent by the pecker gag. And Inga paid no mind to her frantic movements. With another snap of her fingers, Inga went to work preparing for the guest. Kim wondered in fear who it is. Another Mistress perhaps, to help train the slaves? A Master? “Oh god no, not that. I can’t be seen like this by a man. I’ll die with humiliation.” Kim thought to herself. She had never thought about a man being involved, only Mistress Inga and her slaves. Even with the dreams she had had, once she came to the shop, she only thought of Inga and Lisa, never a man. Sure she had her share of men in her bed, but as equals. Not as a cuffed, helpless offering. Lisa was tied to a small table by Inga. Bent face down over it. Her legs tightly bound to the legs. More rope around her torso and under her arms, pressed into her skin and held her tightly to the table top. Her arms were cinched behind her back, her hands pointing to the back of her head. Her head reached past the narrow table’s edge. A rope was knotted in her long hair and pulled back to her wrists, yanking her head back, straightening her throat. The table’s position had Lisa staring at Kim’s dripping sex. The blonde, Beth, lay on her back on another table. Rope work crisscrossed her breasts and waist holding her atop the table. Her head hung off the edge of the table on one side, her long hair grazing the floor, her round bottom hanging off the other side. Her legs were pulled up and back, her knees barely bending, her ankles tied off to the table legs her head hung between. Her arms were pulled down beside her hips, her wrists tied off to the table legs below her buttocks. Karen, the auburn haired one, an incredibly flexible woman was lying more on her neck and shoulders than anything else on a low narrow table. Her arms were folded and bond under her back, each wrist tied off to the opposite elbow. Her legs were pulled so far back that her knees rested on either side of her head with her ankles tied to the table’s legs. Her bottom stuck up in space invitingly, as it hung over the edge of the table. Rope went around her thighs and was tied off to the legs under her raised butt keeping her from falling over the front of the table. None of the three could move much against the tightly stretched ropes. Looking at them, Kim was now positive a man was coming. The three women were made absolutely vulnerable for a man’s penetration. Sure a woman could use each of them, but these positions were for a man’s benefit. Kim consoled herself that she wasn’t as easily accessible. She wasn’t protected from penetration by any means, but not as splayed out like the other women. Her head swam with fear and some misgiving. She had never had sex with a total stranger. She didn’t know if she could survive the humiliation of being used like a slut by an unknown man. No, this can’t happen, not to her. If she could have she’d be kissing Inga’s feet, begging not to have to service a stranger. Kim jumped in her cuffs as the doorbell rang out. Inga opened the door and allowed entry to a muscular man in his 40’s. He was tall, over 6 feet with dark hair and dark eyes. His hands were large and he was very dignified and polite with Inga. His suit looked expensive, his shoes polished and gleaming. He spoke softly to Inga for many minutes. The words they spoke unhearable to Kim. But Inga’s pointing finger, Kim understood. Inga pointed out each slave and chatted to the man about each. Lastly she pointed to Kim. After a short conversation the man nodded politely and went to a corner and undressed. Hanging his suit in a small cubby. When he turned from undressing Kim saw a still flaccid, but already large cock. She knew it would be enormous when erect.  |
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Still could use a bondage bunny for pictures to go with the stories. Any damsels out there?
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Great writing! Each night I can't wait to read what Kim does next on her journey...
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. damsel : a young unmarried woman Origin : Middle English: from Old French dameisele, damisele, based on Latin domina ‘mistress’. I'd volunteer but I think that's lets me out  xx "People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do."
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looking forward to read this in leisure as soon as i get my stupid #$%@#$ work out of the way.
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I am loving this. The last girls bondage is wildly wicked. It would be cool to see someone bound like that. I cannot wait for more. Thank You!
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