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Kim was sleeping on her back, when 2 quick lashes across her thighs shocked her awake with a shout of pain. “You’ve overslept Kimberly. And your Mistress rose from bed without being pleasured by you.” Inga’s voice was irritated, but not quite angry. “I’m sorry Mistress, I didn’t know I was to pleasure you before you got out of bed, Mistress.” Kim responded, cowering at the edge of the bed. “Were you told all my slaves rise by 7am? Inga asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes, Mistress, Lisa told me yesterday.” Kim responded. She didn’t say that Lisa told her she had to learn to wake by 7am. She doubted it would matter. She knew instinctively Mistress Inga was training her now, making a point. “Yet it is after 7 and still, you sleep. If you ask to sleep in my bed with me, you awake at 6:30 and pleasure me. Is that understood?” Inga said forcefully. “Yes, Mistress, I won’t forget.” Kim knew, that Inga knew, that Kim was unaware of the rule to wake a Mistress by pleasuring her. She also was kicking herself for not asking if she had any reasonability in the morning. She hadn’t anticipated her Mistress’ needs, she had thought only of her own desires last night. “Get on the floor, on your knees, arms flat on the floor with your fingertips meeting and your forehead resting on the fingertips.” Inga instructed. “Spread your legs, you know better than that. Wider! No, raise your bottom high.” Kim rushed to obey, flinching each time her Mistress corrected her positioning. No amount of “Yes, Mistress.” Or “I’m sorry, Mistress.” Was going to stay the execution of what Kim knew was coming to her still tender ass checks. Kim swallowed her screams of pain, intent on accepting her punishment in silence. But by the fifteenth stinging lash, she was howling out her pain, her tears flowing over the backs of her hands. Inga stopped at 30 lashes. Then quickly applied aloe to Kim’s bottom as Kim continued sobbing. “This is the attrition position.” Inga told Kim. “You will use it for punishments and to admit to transgressions.” “Yes Mistress.” Kim said between sobs. “Rest position, now.” Kim shifted into rest positions after her “Yes, Mistress.” Inga unlocked and removed Kim’s collar. Kim got worried, but Inga’s next words calmed her. “Go shower and report to the kitchen to make my breakfast. We are again running late.” With a “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry Mistress” Kim dashed to her room to shower. She raced through the shower, dried quickly and the hurried to the kitchen, dreading making the eggs for her Mistress. Lisa was waiting for Kim with Kim’s collar. Kim quickly dropped to rest position and Lisa put it on. Kim Quickly went to work cooking Inga’s breakfast. Every time Kim looked to Lisa for assurance, Kim got a blank stare. Obviously, Lisa was not allowed to coach Kim. When the plate was ready, Kim took a deep breath and headed for the breakfast area and her Mistress. Kim placed the plate before her Mistress and refilled her coffee cup. Inga checked the toast, and speared an egg. Then place the toast down, picked up the plate and held it out to Kim. Kim’s stomach dropped as she took the plate back from her Mistress. “Kneel.” Was all Inga said as she pointed to the floor beside her. Kim quickly complied, saying “Yes Mistress, I’m sorry I failed again Mistress.” Kim waited patiently with Inga until Lisa emerged from the kitchen with a plate for Inga. Lisa put the plate before Inga, then put Kim’s hair into a ponytail and went back to the kitchen. “Eat.” Inga said, and Kim bowed her head to the floor to eat breakfast. Inga left for the shop with Beth and Karen, 45 minutes late due to Kim’s flogging and failed breakfast attempt. Kim and Lisa would leave at noon to go to the shop. Until then, they would both be on house cleaning duties. Lisa started vacuuming the house and Kim began dusting. Kim never enjoyed housework, she had always pondered just hiring a service to come in once a week to do the chores she hated. But moving through her Mistress’s home, dusting her furniture and collection of art work and Knick knacks, Kim felt totally different. She actually enjoyed it. Right up until a half hour before they were to leave for the shop. Kim was just about finished dusting Mistress Inga’s office when she bumped a table with her hip. A ceramic statuette crashed to the floor. Kim held her head in her hands and stared at the broken pieces. Lisa came running into the room and stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing the broken shards. “Was it expensive?” Kim asked in horror, when she finally looked up at Lisa. “No idea Babe. Mistress never says, and I’ve never asked.” Lisa replied mournfully, “What happened?” “It was an accident. I backed into the table while dusting, and the statue fell over.” Kim said forlornly. “I can’t believe this. As if the day didn’t start bad enough.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I know Babe. Let’s get this swept up. And get going to the shop. You are going to have to tell Mistress yourself.” Lisa tried to be supportive. “Ooooh, Mistress is going to hate me.” Moaned Kim, her shoulders sagging. “No, Mistress will not hate you. Mistress will be angry, yes. She will punish you, but it won’t be in anger. You’ll see,” Lisa assured Kim, trying to console her. “Come on, let’s clean this up and get going. You did a good job on the rest of the rooms. I checked.” When Lisa and Kim arrived at the shop, Beth and Karen knew right away from Kim’s expression that something was wrong. Kim gave a halfhearted wave hello and walked quickly to the storeroom, on her way to Mistress Inga’s office. Lisa just offered them a sad look, a shake of her head and a shoulder shrug as she went to change into lingerie. Kim went to Inga’s office and assumed the attrition position she had just been taught this morning. Inga stopped her paperwork and watched Kim lower herself to the floor. “You have something to admit to Kimberly?” Inga asked calmly. “Yes Mistress. While dusting, I bumped into a table in your office and a statue fell and shattered. I am sorry, Mistress, and I’m ready to accept whatever punishment you see fit.” Kim was close to choking up and crying at her failure. Inga stayed quiet for a few moments. “Very well, we will see to this after Beth and Karen have had their lunch. Go get changed.” Inga stated, still in a calm voice. “Don’t put the panties on that I left for you. I’ll bring you something else.” “Yes Mistress.” Kim said quietly. She got up and hurried to change with questions buzzing in her head. What would her punishment be? What would she wear instead of the panties left for her? WHEN would she be punished? Lisa had already changed and gone to the sales floor. Kim put on the stockings and bra left for her and knelt in the attrition position, waiting for Inga. When Inga arrived, she stood over Kim smiling. She saw clearly Kim’s adherence to instruction by using the attrition position to wait for her Mistress. “Put these on and get on the sales floor.” Inga dropped a pair of thong panties on the floor at Kim’s head, then walked away, still smiling. Kim said, “Yes Mistress.” Looked up in time to see Mistress Inga walking away carrying a riding crop. Kim finished dressing and ran to the sales floor. As Kim walked onto the sales floor, Beth and Karen walked to the storeroom with their lunch, giving Kim a pat of the shoulder as they walked by. Kim spent the afternoon once again with the special cleaning gag buckled on her head. She dusted and cleaned all the shelves and counters, with her wrists locked together in front of her, and her arms strapped back. At every opportunity, Inga swatted Kim’s behind with the crop. After each smack on her bottom, any customers in the store stared at her. But Kim was determined to do a thorough job of cleaning. While Kim was cleaning the front window. Inga stood behind her and continuously struck Kim with the crop. It drew the attention of passersby, who stopped and stared at the corporal punishment spectacle. Pointing at Kim, who couldn’t fight back the tears of pain and humiliation. Kim made sure not to miss the front door glass this time. Inga could find no fault with Kim’s cleaning, so the gag was removed and her hands and arms freed, so she could begin polishing the chrome and steel items in the shop. Lisa was sent to dinner, but Kim was kept on the sales floor polishing, rearranging, waxing and so forth, while Inga continued to smack her ass. Just before 5pm, Inga had to leave the sales floor to receive a delivery at the back door. She had Kim walk before her, smacking Kim’s cherry, red ass along the way. When the delivery driver left after hauling the large crate inside. Inga followed behind Kim back to the sales floor. Inga instructed Lisa to open the just delivered crate when Beth and Karen returned from dinner. Inga then needed to make a phone call, which gave Kim her first respite from her Mistress’ crop. After Inga returned from making her call, Kim was given more menial tasks to complete, with her Mistress hovering behind her, now aiming at the tender back of Kim’s thighs. Around 7pm, a huge black man entered the store. He was 6’11” and weight near 300 lbs. He was very well-dressed in an expensive suit. Mistress Inga left Kim to greet the man personally. Standing back from him a good 3 feet, so she didn’t have to crane her neck so much to speak to him. Inga led him back to the storeroom after a brief chat, and grabbed Kim by the elbow, pulling her along as well. In the storeroom, Kim saw what Lisa had unpacked. An ornate armchair stood on a long platform. The chair was bolted down to the platform. An egg-shaped oval was cut out of the front of the seat of the chair. There was a small winch and bungee cord cable under the chair that ran up and under the seat to a hook at the head of the oval. Beyond the seat was 4 feet of platform that was joined by a hinge to the platform under the seat. The 4-foot platform section could fold up against the seat for easier movement. “Master Desmond, this is slave Kimberly. She will assist with the demonstration of your new chair.” Kim heard Inga say, as Kim studied the chair, obviously custom-made. Desmond merely nodded and began undressing. Kim kept staring at the chair, even as Inga pulled her arms behind her back and buckled them into the familiar forearm harness Kim had worn on her initiation night. She watched Master Desmond settle his huge frame of solid muscle into the seat, his legs spread wide, exposing the oval between his legs and a massive though still flaccid penis. Kim’s eyes widened, knowing where that penis was going. It was 12 inches long, flaccid and 2 inches thick. Inga knelt Kim in place. Then, using a rechargeable drill, hex bolts and metal flanges. Inga secured Kim to the platform with the flanges over her upper calf behind the knee and over her ankles. Without the right tools, Kim was literally screwed down to the platform. Master Desmond reached down and took the hook from the head of the oval, under his scrotum, and attached it to the front of Kim’s collar. He touched a lever on the arm of the chair and the bungee cord was played out a little. Inga moved Kim’s head back as Desmond raised his flaccid cock to Kim’s lips.
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Oh, oh, that is such a tease to end it where you did. Making us wait, I am delirious to see where this goes. Very Nice. Thank You!
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This has been a great story no matter the cliffhanger. I'll be waiting for Kim's journey to continue tomorrow...
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