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14 Kim Taken Home part 2 “That pleases me, Kim.” Kim heard the whoosh, when she heard the smack, she inhaled sharply, her lungs filling to the bursting point. Her eyes widened in pain. Her toes curled, and she lost contact with the floor as both rear globes felt set on fire. With all her muscles tensed, the twin phalli, seemed to grow inside her. The clips on her nipples jumped and down with the movement of her hips after the lash. Quickly, 2 more blows landed from a forehand then backhand swing of Inga’s arm. Each impact causing Kim’s hips to thrust forward, making her body swing from her wrists. A downward swing brought the leather strips of the flogger crashing down the length of Kim’s back, causing her to arch her back. lashes in quick succession rained down on her back. Kim grit her teeth and clinched her eyes shut, as she exerted all willpower to not scream out. whimpers and stifled moans and groans escaped Kim’s mouth. The next lashes landed on the backs of her thighs, the sting on the tender backs of her thighs was worse than on her buttocks or back, and a small wail escaped her throat. Kim bit her lip when the leather strips swept across her calves, 3 quick times, left, right, left. Inga walked in front of Kim now and roughly pulled the clips from Kim’s nipples. A shrill whimper accompanied the pain. Kim saw Inga bring her arm back and saw the next lash rush across her breasts and nipples. Kim flung her head back in agony as another 2 lashes smacked across her chest. Next, Inga targeted Kim’s taut flat belly with 3 quick flicks across, back and across again. Kim’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets at the excruciating pain. The impacts causing her to exhale so hard, the panties almost shot out her mouth. Her lips unconsciously catching them and gathering them back into her mouth. Now 6 quick lashes, 3 on her thighs and 3 for her calves, left Kim twisting in the air. Her toes hadn’t touched the floor since the first lash landed. Inga circled around behind Kim again and began striking with wild abandon randomly across the back of Kim’s entire body with no organized scheme. Kim was unprepared for every lash. Her body felt like a roman candle was being held to her skin. When Inga was satisfied with the shade of red Kim’s backside had turned, she attacked Kim’s front. Still, Kim couldn’t see where the blows would land because she couldn’t keep her eyes open from the pain. When the lashes stopped. Kim opened her eyes. When she looked down at her body, she was horrified at the redness. While Kim stared at her red skin, Inga had stepped away, when she returned, she slid a mostly flat, silicone object under the crotch strap and over Kim’s sex. A humped ridge nestled between Kim’s labia, the flat top press against Kim’s clit. Inga pressed some buttons on a small remote and the object came alive. Kim, who had been limply dangling from her wrists, inhaled and gasped as the humped ridge started vibrating between her labia, and the flat top, buzzed against her clit. Inga stepped back to Kim’s right side and raised not 1 but 2 duplicate floggers. Suddenly, Inga’s arms were a whirl wind of movement. Forehands were followed by backhands with each arm as blows landed front and back on Kim’s body. Her body had nowhere to turn to avoid the lashings. Inga moved up and down Kim’s body. Bending her knees, then rising again like a carnival amusement ride, her arms in constant motions, her eyes locked on Kim’s body. Her concentration intense as she rained down lashes. Kim’s chest heaved, tears streamed from her eyes, as she sobbed uncontrollably. The phalli felt 2 feet long and inches wide inside Kim’s clenched vagina and rectum. When the vibrator put Kim over the edge and her orgasm erupted inside her, Kim finally screamed out in both passion and pain. She thrashed her head from side to side as the climax sent jolts through her body with each lash that swept across her body. Kim’s toes curled tightly, and she bent her knees, lifting her calves. Inga saw the expose flesh of the soles of Kim’s feet and with a quick adjustment, 4 quick blows fell on Kim’s soles before she could her feet downward, but the strikes had also set off a second powerful wave of sensation emanating from Kim’s clit and radiating through her body. Kim was quivering in climax and bucking from the blows of the floggers. When Kim went limp with exhaustion, Inga’s lashings drawing no reaction from Kim’s body, the Mistress stopped swinging. Inga shut off the vibrator and stood before Kim, their faces inches apart. Inga gently pulled the panties from between Kim’s teeth. Whispering faintly, Kim spoke, “Mistress, thank you for whipping me and allowing me to cum.” Inga could barely hear Kim, but in praise of Kim’s respect, Inga took hold of Kim’s jaw and brought their mouths together. Kim weakly probed her Mistresses mouth with her tongue. Until Inga broke the kiss. Inga removed the waist harness and the 2 phallus. Kim sighed in relief when they heads left her body, then she whimpered at the empty feeling inside her. Then Inga rolled Kim’s stocking down her legs and off. Inga snapped the shoulder straps of the bra and removed the garter belt, leaving Kim dangling nude. Next, Inga added ankle cuffs to each ankle and a leash she snapped onto Kim’s collar. When Inga let Kim descend, Kim couldn’t stand and her body folded itself to the ground. Inga walked to Kim and picked the end of the leash. “Come Kimberly, on your hands and knees, follow.” Inga commanded, and she gave a tug on the leash. “Yes Mistress” Kim said as she sluggishly rose to her hands and knees and followed her Mistress to the elevator. Now Kim knew why the elevator was used more so after time in the basement. The elevator door opened and Inga entered, followed by Kim. Inga turned to the front of the carriage, but Kim didn’t. “Always turn when your Mistress does Kim” Inga instructed. “Yes Mistress,<b> forgive </font></b>me Mistress.” Kim said hoarsely as she pivoted around. “You may rest with your buttocks on your heels. That is your rest position. Rest.” Inga spoke. Immediately, Kim sat her bottom on her heels, her arms at her sides. “Yes Mistress, thank you for teaching me Mistress.” It was almost a mumble. Inga pressed the button to take them to the second floor. “While on the leash, you need not reply to my commands, just obey.” Inga explained to Kim. “As you wish, Mistress. Kim answered. The elevator stopped and the door opened. “Follow” commanded Inga and Kim went back to her hands and knees and followed. Her skin felt like she was dipped in acid, but Kim uttered no complaint. Inga led her down a hall to a room with an open door and a bedside light on. “My room.” Thought Kim. Her heart thumping in her chest. Inga guided her to the foot of a twin, -poster bed. “Stand.” Commanded Inga and Kim stood upright. Inga unhooked the leash. “Lean forward with hand on each post.” Inga commanded, with a sly grin. Kim was thinking clearly. “Yes Mistress.” She replied as she leaned forward, knowing the leash was off, and she was required now to reply. Inga smiled broadly out of Kim’s line of sight. Inga went into the room’s private bath and returned with a bottle of aloe. She quickly, and expertly, spread lotion on Kim from her shoulder to the bottom of her calves. “Use the bathroom, you won’t be able to get during the night, leave the door open.” More instructions from Inga. “You will never close a door between yourself and your Mistress. A slave has no right to privacy.” “Yes Mistress.” Kim’s reply was a louder, a stronger. But she still fought to walk with some semblance of grace to the bathroom. Inga followed and as Kim sat on the toilet, Inga watched Kim intently. Purposely trying to humiliate Kim. Though Kim was thoroughly embarrassed to pee in front of Inga. She obediently did what she was told, with a tinge of blush on her face. When she had finished, wiped herself and flushed. Inga spoke again. “Go to the bedside.” Inga stepped aside, so Kim could leave the bathroom. Kim wondered why Inga didn’t just have the doors removed. She quickly decided it was to catch slaves closing the door, or a city building code. Kim reached the bedside and waited for Inga’s next instruction. “I grant you the choice of sleeping on your back, or your stomach. You will be cuffed to the bed these 3 nights.” Inga told Kim. “My back, Mistress, so Mistress can sit on my face if she will allow her slave to pleasure her.” Kim chose, then offered. Without hesitating, Kim slipped under the comforter and stretched her arms and legs toward the posts. Inga’s stern exterior softened. She quickly chained Kim to the bedposts and pulled the chains taut. “There is a call button by your right hand. If you have an emergency… An emergency. Push it and I will come immediately.” Inga explained. “Yes, Mistress, in an emergency.” Kim repeated. She took a brief look to see the button, then turned her eyes to Inga. “May your slave make you cum, Mistress, please?” “Yes, my slave may.” Inga said softly, as she climbed on the bed and settle her bare sex over Kim’s face smiling, happy face. Kim hoped her Mistress wouldn’t stop at just orgasm while sitting on her slave's face. Or 2… no, 3. Kim darted her tongue between Inga’s labia and licked upward until she bathed Inga’s clit, before taking in between her lips and gently sucking. “Oh hell, I hope she sits on my face all night,” Kim thought, crossing her fingers… and her toes.  |
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Not a shabby end to her first day as a slave.
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