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Kim awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing. Mary’s face was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, since it was directly in front of her. Her jaw and cheeks ached from the inflatable gag in her mouth. The tight straps that kept her upright on the toilet, hurt, where last night they gave comfort as she fell asleep. She could still taste the awful horse semen. “Good Morning Hun.” Mary said brightly as she removed the strap holding Kim’s head up. “I bet you’d like that gag taken out?” Mary ask, knowingly. Kim nodded drowsily, as Mary was already deflating the inner gag. “Mary, please, mouthwash.” Kim said through a dry mouth. When Mary unstrapped and removed the gag from her mouth. “I know Hun. Let me get these straps off you, and we’ll get you over to the sink.” Mary replied, hurrying to unstrap Kim’s legs and body. Still wearing the fore arm binder, Kim had a hard time standing from the toilet after sitting all night. Her legs were like rubber. Mary snapped Kim’s leash on and helped Kim stand. Instead of just leading Kim to the sink, Mary held her arms and steadied Kim for the walk. Kim tried to get onto her toes, but her legs were too rubbery. “Don’t worry about the toes in here, Kim. It’s just you and me here. We just do grooming, no proper displays.” Mary told Kim as she held her. Kim laid her head on Mary’s shoulder as she walked. At the sink, Mary upended mouthwash into Kim’s mouth. Kim swished it around and gargled, before spitting it out. Without a word, Kim just opened her mouth at Mary, who knowingly was already bring more mouthwash to Kim’s mouth. Kim took 5 doses of mouthwash, before she was satisfied. “You look exhausted, Mary.” Kim said sympathetically. “Well, I couldn’t let my favorite slave just sit there all alone all night, now could I?” Mary smiled. Her eyes were bloodshot and drowsy. “Bath tub for you now Hun.” “You don’t have to tell me THAT twice.” Kim said with gratefulness in her voice as she turned to the tub, leading Mary. Kim stepped into the tub and turned her back to Mary, who unstrapped the arm binder, then removed Kim’s beautiful diamond collar. Kim immediately went down on her hands and knees and ducked her head, waiting for the cleansing, warm water to start flowing over her. Kim stood when Mary turned the water off and turned to face her groom. When Mary had Kim towel dried, Kim stepped out of the tub and turned her back to Mary to get her collar locked back on. When she heard the click, she turned and let Mary snap the leash on and started for the wooden chair. Kim closed her eyes and just enjoyed Mary drying and brushing her hair. When Mary sat on the stool in front of Kim, Kim had a hand out ready for Mary to inspect. “See, I told you, you’ll have the routine done in no time. Took you all of, what, 18 hours?” Mary said, smiling while she checked Kim’s toes. “Need touch ups, that dungeon floor scratches the polish every time.” Mary said, looking up at Kim. “You’re a good teacher, and I’m a quick learner.” Kim replied with a smile and a wink. Mary touched up Kim’s toenail polish. To save time, while the polish was drying, Mary brushed Kim’s teeth in the chair, having Kim hold a towel under her chin. Mary brought a stainless-steel bowl for Kim to spit in and rinse. “There you go, already changing the routine to confuse a poor slave.” Kim said with a fake pout. Mary burst into laughter as Kim stood and wrapped her arms around her groom’s neck and hugged her. “Thank you, Mary.” Kim said softly. “What for Hun? I’m doing what I said I was going to do. No need to thank me for that.” Mary said, a little embarrassed. “For last night. I saw the concern in your eyes. It meant a lot to me.” Kim said warmly, folding her arms behind her back. “Aw, I knew what you were going through. I acted just like Helen did when I had to swallow that shit. I was proud of you.” Mary said, cupping Kim’s chin. “Now, on to the table, you need a good massage!” After the massage, which included another aloe treatment for Kim’s anus, Kim felt much better, then Mary put her through an hour of beginner’s yoga. Kim’s limbs, though she thought they were quite flexible, just didn’t seem to want to contort into the positions Mary showed Kim. There was a bit of giggling by Kim in the beginning, but soon she was getting frustrated at her inability to get into the positions. Kim trusted Mary enough already to know keeping her body as flexible as possible was going to be important. Master was very demanding, and flexibility was going to save Kim from unnecessary aches and pains. Breakfast was after the yoga and another bath and drying session. Mary explained that from now on, the exercise and yoga sessions would precede the bath, unless she didn’t get to bed like she had the night before and badly needed a good washing. Helen was still gloomy, but not at Pam. She was angry at being forced to swallow horse cum. “I can handle being treated like a dog during grooming, I can learn to walk on my toes with my arms behind my back. I accept that Master’s cock is going to make me scream in pain every time. I’ll fuck or suck whoever Master wants, whenever Master wants, however Master wants. But that was just out right degrading.” Seethed Helen. Pam stroked Helen’s arm consolingly. Kim wondered if it was genuine, or a groom, trying to calm her charge. “Helen, you did great after you calmed down. I know it was awful, disgusting. I used mouthwash five times this morning.” Kim said, reaching across the table to hold Helen’s hands. Helen seemed to be grinning and blushing all of a sudden. “Are you going to tell her, or shall I?” Pam asked Helen with a grin and a gleam in her eye. “You tell her.” Helen said bashfully, as she pulled her hands from Kim’s and covered her face. “TEN times my little slave used mouthwash…Then she asked for a bottle of Vodka.” Pam said, bursting into a huge smile. Kim and Mary started giggling, and Helen just couldn’t help joining in. Kim turned to Mary. “Vodka probably WOULD have worked better.” Everyone at the table nodded vigorously in agreement. Breakfast today was oatmeal with cinnamon and a bowl of sliced fruit. Kim and Helen were going to skip the oatmeal, but a simple shake of Mary’s and Pam’s head told them that wasn’t allowed. “Mr. Timothy is hard to explain when it comes to money. He spent a small fortune on your collars, I’ve seen him use a one hundred dollar bill to light a cigar. But food does NOT get wasted. If you don’t eat it when you’re supposed to, you’ll get it for the next meal, and the next, until you do eat it. Believe it or not, the semen you swallowed last night was worth over a million dollars, probably. Mr. Timothy just poured it down your throat for you to piss and shit out later.” Pam said. Kim looked at Mary wide-eyed in disbelief. “Yup, Your Master raises breeding stallions. Either they mate with mares other horse owners bring to the stables, or the horse grooms collect the semen from the stallions, and it gets sold across the country. Your Master doesn’t need that money, though. It’s more like a hobby.” Mary confirmed. “Will we have to ever do that again?” Helen asked, dreading the answer. “Little One, you would really have to piss Mr. Timothy off, but good, for that to happen again. I’ve heard him threaten it, but never do it after initiation night.” Pam said, stroking Helen’s arm. Kim was beginning to think Pam was actually OK, and was taking a liking to Helen. “If you ever see me getting to that point with Master, just kick me in the head before I go too far.” Helen told Pam with a dead serious tone and set to her face. Pam grinned like Helen was joking. But Kim knew Helen better. She was dead serious, “Ok, slaves. Time to get ready for Exhibition Day. Pam said as she rose from the table. Kim and Helen spoke at once. “What’s Exhibition day.” They said simultaneously. “Your Master will be showing you off today to the servants all over the estate.” Mary explained, looking at Kim. All at once, Kim recalled the saddles and carts in the tack room. She nodded in understanding. Helen was leery of what was to come. Kim and Helen were led side by side outside where two carts were hitched, in tandem, to a lawn tractor. Mary led Kim to the first cart, Helen was led to the second by Pam. Mary and Pam were just as practiced placing a slave on the display fixture as they were at grooming. In short order, Kim and Helen were in an upright hogtie. Their arms over the top crossbar, they claves pulled under and up from the lower crossbar. They had to arch their backs when their bound wrists were joined to their bound ankles. A three-inch pecker gag was secured in each slave’s mouth. Once the slaves were secured, Mary and Pam surprised Kim and Helen when they started playing with Kim’s and Helen’s nipples, making them swell and stiffen. Then they worked the slave's genitals until Kim and Helen were sopping wet. But that was as far as the grooms went. There was no orgasm forthcoming. Kim and Helen both whimpered from behind the pecker gag, but it was explained that they were required to be wet and horny while exhibited. Helen banged her head against the upright post in frustration. Mary and Pam kept the two slaves on edge until Master Timothy came from the house and, without a word, started the lawn tractor and started driving. Mary and Pam walked a few paces behind, ready to see to their slave's needs if any arose. The first stop was the front of the mansion. The entire household staff was outside when Timothy pulled up and stopped. The staff immediately crowded around the carts. Hands reach out and squeezed breasts and buttocks, pinched nipples, caress legs. Then fingers probed pussies and rectums, pinched or diddled clits. All under the watchful eye of a grinning Master Timothy. The staff made comments about the slaves bodies, their hair, how wet they were. They moved back and forth between Kim and Helen, comparing them. To a person, they congratulated Mr. Timothy on his fine slave acquisitions, and they hoped they could get to spend a little time with Mr. Timothy’s lovely slaves. Helen closed her eyes in humiliation, trying not to react to the poking and prodding. Kim stared straight at her Master, stoically, totally submitting to the degradation. The next stop was the stables. The grooms, blacksmiths, handlers. The men were rougher. Their calloused hands more brazen than the household staff. Their words more vulgar. They were already sweaty on the hot summer morning, and Kim and Helen could smell the horses from inside the stables. Helen was having a harder time here. One of the men was absolutely mauling her breasts. Another man almost made Kim orgasm, but backed off, laughing to his workmates about it. These weren’t quick stops in the least. Their Master allowed his slaves to be handled for thirty to forty-five minutes. The next stop was the peach orchard, where men and boys were harvesting peaches. Kim was certain some of the boys were no more than twelve or thirteen, but they were allowed to fondle the slaves just like the men. They were even allowed to climb onto the carts to get a better look. One boy carrying a peach pushed it into Kim’s pussy, then fished it out with clumsy fingers and ate the peach staring into Kim’s eyes. Another youth pulled his dick out and slid it into Helen’s sex, before he was swept off the cart and admonished by one of the men. All Helen could do was lay her head against the upright post and let it happen. By the time Timothy drove away, Kim and Helen were sticky from peach juice and tree sap. Timothy stopped the convoy under an oak tree. Mary and Pam appeared and opened pails of water at the back of each cart. They proceeded to wipe Kim and Helen down, removing the sap and peach juice from the slave’s bodies. Lastly, the grooms stiffened the slave’s nipples and got their pussies dripping again. Kim tried to communicate her need for the bathroom. Finally, she couldn’t control her bladder and piss streamed down her leg. “No worries Hun. Surprise you two lasted this long.” Mary said with kindness as she cleaned Kim’s pussy and thighs. Timothy drove the slaves all over the estate. At every stop, there was a crowd of his employees or staff to torment his slaves. And by now it was torment. Both slaves were sweating under the hot sun. Mary and Pam continually wipe the slaves off and made their pussies wet. Field hands mending fences, Runway staff and jet personnel, the many gardeners, maintenance men, riders in the pastures minding the grazing horses, they all got up close and personal with Mr. Timothy’s slaves. It was late afternoon by the time Timothy brought the slaves back to the mansion. Kim and Helen thought they were done. They were covered in sweat and dust kicked up by the tires, mixed with their own sweat, left them a grimy mess. They had been kept in a constant state of arousal for hours. They longed for a sexual release. What they got was their Master hosing them down with a garden sprayer. The cold water shocked their bodies, the powerful spray feeling like a thousand darts. Both slaves cried out in shock at the coldness against their hot skim. Bathe them and get them to dinner.” Timothy said with a chuckle as he cut off the spray. Before pivoting and walking away. Kim and Helen were toweled off again, so they wouldn’t drip all the way to the grooming area. They were untied, and the gags were removed. The leashes were attached to their wet collars and off they went. Neither Kim nor Helen was in any mood to speak. They knew nothing would be done about their arousal, and it was no use complaining. They stayed on their toes while they walked and dealt with the humiliation of the day silently. Kim stepped into the tub and let Mary take her collar off. She got on all fours and accepted the dog collar and complied with Mary’s instructions during the bath, usually staying just ahead of Mary’s instruction, with her own action. Kim sat quietly, controlling her anger at being shown off like a prized pig at a county fair, while Mary brushed and dried her hair. Everything else went swiftly and Mary led Kim to dinner. Kim was starving. She drank three glasses of water, her body parched from the long hours in the sun with nothing to drink. While she waited for Helen and then dinner, Kim had her elbow on the table and her chin in the palm of her hand, staring into space, contemplating how truly owned she was. Helen wasn’t any more talkative than Kim during dinner. Fish, White rice, veggies and fruit. Only the fruit worth savoring. When Kim and Helen’s plates were empty, Helen finally broke the silence. “And what does Master have planned for us tonight? Do you know?” Helen asked, to neither groom in particular. “Yes.” Both groom said together. “But we can’t say, sorry.” Mary continued with a regretful tone. “But, it’s time to go see.” Chimed in Pam
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6/2/2022 5:07 pm |
Hallucinating from dehydration in the sun is one of my favorite things Ron ! Love that others get to enjoy it too !
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Can't let it go too far, though. Tricky thing, the sun.
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