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“You can assist Kim in cleaning my cock.” Timothy said, again, in an offhand manner. Both slaves answered, “Yes, Master.” Crawled to their Master, kissed the head of his cock, and began licking and sucking 10 inches of cock clean. When Master was satisfied, he told Kim to go to the restroom and help Helen wash her face and hair. The salves were amazed at the size of the restroom on the jet. Kim used a tiny bottle of shampoo on the sink to wash Helen’s hair quickly. There was even a blow-dryer available. Helen took the liberty to Kiss Kim passionately again. “Probably won’t get many chances to do that anymore from the sound of it.” Kim whispered before she wet a wash cloth with warm water, and they brought it back to their Master. “May we wipe you down, Master?” Kim asked helpfully. She got a nod from her Master and immediately began wiping his cock with the warm wash cloth, handing it to Helen to finish while Kim returned to her seat. When the plane landed, Master reattached the leashes to his slave’s collars. And led them off the plane and into their new home. His last words before leaving the plane were to the attendant. “Have maintenance replace the carpeting.” Kim and Helen looked around in wonder when their feet hit the tarmac. They weren’t in an airport. It was a private runway. Another limo was driving towards them. “Master? Where are we, if I may ask?” Helen asked without thinking at first, then asking permission to ask. “You are in your new home. Specifically, My estate in South Western Georgia, about a 100 miles north of Florida.” Timothy answered, turning to his slaves. The limo arrived, and the Master allowed the slaves to each sit at a back window, while he sat across from them with his arms crossed watching his slaves. Kim and Helen had their faces against the window glass as the limo made its way. Helen excitedly pointed out a stable and horses in a field. Kim said there were tennis courts on her side. There was a golf course in the distance, a huge pool, acres of lawn, a small peach orchard. Kim and Helen were acting like they were kids who had just landed at Disney World. Then the estate house came into view. It was huge. Kim couldn’t fathom a guess to how many rooms might be inside. It had to be three times the size of Mistress Inga’s home. Kim and Helen turned from the windows when the limo pulled to a stop at the front of the mansion and looked at their Master. “I may not have the renown and respect Inga has. But I can buy and sell her 100 times over.” Timothy said with some pride. A doorman opened the car door and greeted “Mr. Timothy”. Master led his slaves to the front door, where a maid opened the door, also welcoming “Mr. Timothy”. Everyone had sharply pressed uniforms, even the gardener that Kim had spied pruning a rose bush along the front of the mansion. And they were all Negros. Even though Timothy had worked hard to lose his southern accent, he was southern to the core. The difference between Timothy and southern plantation owners before the Civil War, was that Timothy paid his servants, and paid them better than anyone else in the south, north, west or east. These servants may not wear chains, but they were bought and paid for with a weekly wage that kept them as enslaved to “Mr. Timothy” as any ball and chain would have 300 hundred years in the past. Every one of Timothy’s servants would risk his or her life for Timothy, he was that generous with them. Timothy stopped Kim and Helen in the foyer, and tore the dresses off their bodies. “Remove your shoes. Unless we leave the estate, the only item you wear is your collar. If you can’t already, you have one week to learn to walk on your toes as if you were wearing 4-inch heels. You may stand flat-footed, but always walk on your toes.” Their Master instructed “Yes Master.” Both slaves answered. Timothy handed the leashes off to two women, the only white people Kim or Lisa had seen since leaving the plane. They were dressed all in white. T-shirt, shorts, socks and tennis shoes and a white collar. Each of them had a flogger, tucked into the back pocket of their shorts. Timothy left his slaves in their care, saying only one word. “Behave.” When he was too far away to hear any reply unless Kim and Helen shouted, which they started to do. Until the two women shook their heads slowly, and tugged on the leash they held, pulling each slave in opposite directions. Kim was led down a hall, up a flight of stairs, then down another hall to a doorway. She had made sure she walked on her toes. The woman didn’t utter a word, until they entered the doorway into a bedroom. Kim was shocked by the bedroom, which she assumed was hers. Elegant, was Kim’s first thought. The furniture was all antique white. The bed was a queen size four-poster with support beams connecting the tops of the posts. “D” rings were set into the posts at various heights. The nightstand haled a crystal lamp and pristine copies of the Beauty Trilogy. There was no dresser, or mirror. The remaining fixtures, Kim saw after the elegant bed and nightstand, were stark. A short steel cage in one corner, a wooden “X” frame, against a wall, overhead a cable system running to a winch. “My name is Mary, I’m your groom. I speak bluntly. You can speak freely with me about just about anything. As your groom, I need to know about everything from a hangnail or a headache, to any intense pains you may have. I’m responsible for your total care. These are your quarters.” The woman said. Kim noticed she didn’t call it a bedroom. “To the right is my room, to the left is your grooming room. There are no doors, you have no privacy as a slave.” Mary led Kim to the left into the grooming area. To Kim, it looked like a cross between a bathroom and a Spa. Kim was led to a tub. Mary pointed inside the tub. “On all fours.” Kim stepped into the tub and knelt on her hands and knees with plenty of room to spare. Mary removed Kim’s collar and replaced it with a thin nylon dog collar hooked by a few links of chain to a hook protruding from the rim of the tub. Kim felt like a dog at the groomers. She heard the water turned on behind her, then Mary began wetting Kim down with a hand held nozzle. “I’m sure Tim told you…” Kim looked up at Mary sharply, hearing her call Master by “Tim”. Mary chuckled. “Yes, I can call him Tim. I’m not a servant, or a slave, at least not like you are.” Mary explained. “As I said, you may have been told some of this already, but I’ll say it anyway. Every day, I’ll bath you, dry you, brush your hair, brush your teeth, tend to every part of your body that a normal person does for themselves. If Tim takes you off the estate, I’ll apply your makeup and dress you. Your hands and arms are only good for eating, wiping yourself after pissing or shitting, and kneeling on all fours. And if necessary I’ll do those things for you too.” All while she spoke, Mary was soaping and rinsing Kim. She scrubbed Kim roughly, but not in a way that would leave marks or soreness, it was just thorough. Mary lifted each of Kim’s legs as she washed them, making Kim again feel like a dog getting a monthly grooming. Kim ducked her head as the spray arm soaked her head and Mary applied a liberal amount of fragrant shampoo. “It may sound like I’m your servant, I’m not. If you don’t do what I say, when I say, I’ll give you twenty-five of my best lashes before I turn you over to Tim for whatever he wants to do to you as punishment.” Kim had many things she wanted to say, questions to ask, but she felt she should just listen at this point. Mary continued. “I can be your best friend here, or I can be your second-worst nightmare, it’s all in how you behave with me. I may have my limits to what I can do to you as a punishment, but I can make sure Tim knows every little thing I see you do wrong. On the estate, no matter where you go, I won’t be far. I’ll be near enough to hear every scream, cry sob and whimper even if I can’t see what Tim is actually doing to you. I’ll probably be able to guess anyway from my own experience.” Again, Kim’s head turned quickly to Mary. “Yes, I WAS a slave. Now I just owe him a debt I can never repay.” The water was shut off after Kim’s hair had been rinsed. The dog collar was removed. “Stand” Mary said. Kim stood and Mary began toweling Kim off vigorously with a huge plush towel. Mary was much taller than Kim, a full foot taller, so Kim didn’t have to duck her head for Mary to towel dry Kim’s hair. Mary replaced Kim’s collar and locked it on. “Yes, I have the key to your collar. You probably have no clue to how much it’s worth. But so, you know, the diamonds signify, you are Tim’s number one slave.” Mary explained further. Kim glanced at Mary, but wasn’t really shocked. She remembered the Kiss at her bedroom doorway at Mistress Inga’s. Kim was led to a short backed wooden armchair. Kim sat erect in the chair, and Mary began brushing and blow-drying Kim’s hair while she continued to speak. “I’d rather be your best friend. By the way, when you walk on your toes, you should fold your arms behind your back, the same way you do when you suck cock. It may take a bit to get use to balancing that way. But I suggest you learn sooner than later. Like I said, your hands and arms are pretty much useless here. If you can’t keep them folded behind your back, a fore arm binder will be used to keep them there. Personally, I think the binder should be used at all times, but Tim disagrees. When Kim’s hair was done, Mary sat on a short stool and checked Kim’s finger nails. “I see Tim used you for a pin cushion. Hurts like a bitch, don’t it?” Mary said while she started clipping and filing Kim’s nails. Once again, Kim looked at Mary quickly. “Master DOES enjoy inflicting pain.” Kim replied, speaking for the first time. “Yes he does. Don’t take it personally, unless you did something to deserve it. I mean, ACTUALLY did something. Not something he used as an excuse.” Mary bluntly commented while she continued working on Kim’s finger nails. “I’m sure you will be subject to things here that you weren’t before, wherever you were, and from whoever you were serving.” Mary started applying a clear coat of polish to Kim’s finger nails. “I’m sure you know not to bite your nails. Don’t even try to remove a hang nail. Tell me about it, and I will do it.” Mary slid her stool back and lifted one of Kim’s feet onto her thigh and began a pedicure for Kim. “Everything I’m doing now, I’ll do or check each morning. It won’t take long for you to pick up the routine, and I won’t have to tell you what to do or where to go next.” Mary worked quickly, in a well-practiced routine. “Before all this and after I get you out of bed. There will be an hour to keep you in shape. Exercise for weight control and stamina, yoga for flexibility, massage for relaxation of tenseness, aches, soreness and pain.” Mary finished with Kim’s toenails. Mary left Kim in the chair and went to wash her hands. When she returned, she took Kim’s head in both hands and started to pry open Kim’s mouth. Kim jerked her head back and put her hands up to protect herself. Mary’s grip went from gentle to iron handed. “Don’t!” She said loudly. Kim froze and slowly dropped her hands. “Don’t ever resist me. I may be the only one in the world that can put a hand on you beside Tim, without getting permission. But I can’t and won’t harm you or make sexual advances.” Mary said firmly. “I need to check your teeth.” She added with raised eyebrows and a softer tone. Kim relaxed and parted her lips. Mary relaxed her grip on Kim’s head. “Open wide, like you’re at a dentist’s.” Mary instructed softly. She moved Kim’s head, so she could see Kim’s teeth from all angles. “Good teeth.” Mary stated. “I don’t see any cavities. I’ll brush them anyway. Stand and fold your arms behind your back.” She led Kim to the sink, and put paste on a brand-new brush. “Open.” She said. Kim parted her lips and opened her mouth. Again, Mary was well practiced. “Spit.” Mary instructed and Kim obeyed. Mary brushed some more, then allowed Kim to spit and rinse. Wiping Kim’s mouth was the last step at the sink. “That’s going to take some getting used to.” Kim said glumly. She began lifting her hand from behind her back to wipe moisture from the corner of her mouth, but froze halfway and returned here hand behind her back. “Could you wipe the corner of my mouth? I think I feel something there.” Kim asked Mary hesitantly. Mary wiped her mouth again, looking closely. “Sorry about that. Don’t be afraid to tell me if I missed something, or you are troubled by something. And good catch with your hands. Just get in the habit of leaving them folded behind you unless instructed otherwise.” Mary said. Kim was led to a massage table. “Up you go, we’ll start face up. I need to examine you from head to toe.” Kim laid on the table, a bit tense again. “Relax, I need to know your body as well as you do.” Mary began poking and prodding, starting at Kim’s neck and working down. When she got to Kim’s breasts, Kim stiffened again. Mary ignored the tensions and squeezed Kim’s breasts and nipples. “I’m just seeing how they react, Hun. We may need to use ice cubes to prepare you for Tim on occasion.” Mary said flatly. When Mary spread Kim’s labia and inserted two fingers into Kim’s pussy, Kim rolled her eyes and said, “Screw it” to herself, closed her eyes and gave into whatever might happen. “Roll onto your belly.” Mary instructed and Kim complied. “Tim fucked your ass on the plane, huh?” Mary asked knowingly as she parted Kim’s ass cheeks, heard Kim inhale in pain, and saw the swelling of Kim’s anus. “That obvious?” Kim struggled to say, as Mary gently prodded Kim’s inflamed sphincter. “A blind man could figure it out.” Mary said a second before Kim felt a cool, soothing liquid spread over her anus. “If you had told me, I would have done this earlier, Hun.” Mary said. “If I don’t know, and you don’t tell me, I can’t help you. Okay?” Kim sighed from the relief the liquid had provided. “Mary, if you can make everything Master does to me feel better, I won’t keep anything from you.” Kim answered truthfully. “Well I can’t work miracles Hun, but I promise you I will do everything I can.” Promised Mary in sincerity with a gentle caress of Kim’s fanny. “Mary, this may be the start of a beautiful friendship.” Kim sighed. “You know we will have to keep up with exercises to keep your anal and vaginal muscles tight and strong, right” Mary asked Kim. “Of course, I can’t deny Master the pleasure of hearing my scream because my ass is too stretched to hurt.” Grumbled Kim. “So true, Hun, so true. But listen to me. Be careful where you say something like that. Every servant on the estate is another set of ears for Tim. I’ll cut you some slack, but they will run and tell Tim everything and take their twelve pieces of silver. I don’t want to have to nurse you because you say the wrong thing around the wrong people.” Advised Mary, leaning close to Kim’s ear. “Thank you, Mary, I’ll keep that in mind at all times. Who takes care of me when you are off-duty? Can I trust them as much as you?” Kim asked as she sat up on the table at Mary’s bidding. “You have me 24/7. I sleep when you sleep, maybe even less. Like I said. I’m not a slave like you, but my life isn’t my own either. My responsibilities to and for you are what keep me from being a permanent Dungeon slave.” Mary explained to Kim. “What is a dungeon slave?” Kim asked Mary in confusion. “A dungeon slave, never sees the outside of Tim’s dungeon. That kind of slave is the lowest form of slave.” Mary further explained, quietly. “Wait. We can leave anytime we want. Why would you be afraid of that? Why are you even here doing this...grooming?” Kim asked further confused. Mary sighed, trying to make up her mind. “Because I fucked myself. Tim has something on me.” Mary took another deep breath. “I was his slave and I wanted out. I couldn’t handle the sadism or his 10-inch dick. But I was too proud to ask for my release. So, I tried to escape instead. I wanted to embarrass Tim. But I fucked up. I tried to steal one of Tim’s cars. I was seen, and rather than just give up. I hit the gas and accidentally killed the man who saw me and crashed. Tim could have called the cops, sent me to prison. He offered me a deal instead. I stay on as a groom until I’m fifty years old, or I go to prison. He’s rich, he’s got pull. Even now, years later, he could put me away, and he wouldn’t be accused of covering it up in the first place. The kicker is, if I fail as a groom, I go to the dungeon. He had my identity erased. He has connections to do that. I don’t exist.” “See this collar?” Mary asked, slipping a finger under the leather. Kim nodded. “Not only is it locked, but it has a locator in it. Estate security knows where I am at all times. I have no idea why I’m telling you this.” Mary said, running her hands through her hair. “What about Helen’s groom? Is it the same with her? Master has something on her too?” Kim asked, finding it all hard to believe. “Probably. I haven’t told her my story, she hasn’t told me hers. We’re the only two grooms. Tim has never had more than one slave before. Look, you have to keep this between us. Tim won’t condemn me to the dungeon without a real reason, but I might just have given him one if he found out I told you all this.” Mary was worried now. “Mary, don’t worry. I’m not going to say anything. You do your job the way you have to do it and keep me prepared.” Kim said “You know you could use all this against me? Make me go easy on you?” Mary added, confused herself at Kim’s response. “I could, but then, I already know I can trust you to care for me to the best of your ability. Who knows if I could trust someone else as much, if at all?” Kim said flatly. “I don’t plan on giving you a reason, but if you have a reason, you use that flogger. You tell Master if you feel he should know something I do wrong. Whatever the consequence, I won’t condemn you to a life in a dungeon. What’s next?” “WOW! Tim knows how to pick them.” Mary said with awe. “We are done in here. Let’s see if it’s dinner time.” “One more questions.” Kim said flatly. “Shoot.” Mary replied. “Master told us that he hadn’t had a slave in two years. Who has he been fucking and playing with all that time? I can’t believe he stayed celibate and twiddled his thumbs.” Kim asked as Mary led her towards Kim’s quarters. “Pam, the other groom, and I rotated on a monthly basis.” Mary answered coldly. She stopped Kim at the base of the queen-sized bed and turned to face Kim. “With the promise that we would be given more participation in using his next slave.” “I’ll do my best to please you.” Kim said, staring up into Mary’s eyes.
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Well, at least she has somewhat of a friend.......
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It seems to be she is starting an interesting life.
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5/31/2022 8:38 pm |
New beginnings.
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