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Mr. or Mrs. ALT CENSOR! THERE IS NO HATE/WEAPONS/UNDERAGE IN THIS POST. EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL, NO WEAPONS AND ADULT When Kim and Mary got to Kim’s quarters, Kim finally broke the silence. “Will Master really leave Pam down there forever?’ She asked in a hushed, disbelieving voice. “Don’t ever say that name.” Warned Mary, peeking outside the doorway. “There is no one by that name anymore. Yes, Sir will leave her down there until her time on the estate is over. I feel sorry for her, it could have been me too. I’m sorry I took up whatever Sir might have done for you otherwise.” Mary explained Mary before apologizing. She had no difficulty switching to calling Timothy Sir. She wasn’t going to risk being sent to the dungeon. “I was as guilty as you. We are both lucky, I guess. Do you know who will be Helen’s groom?” Kim asked with curiosity. “No, one of the servants is watching her tonight. I guess a groom will be here in the morning. Maybe Sir will contact one of the people that was a groom for me and…slave.” Mary said, completely unaware of what would happen. “If only Helen hadn’t said anything to Master.” Kim said sullenly, wanting to turn back time. “It wouldn’t have mattered. I saw two stable hands watching. They would have told Sir. I’m surprised they hadn’t already, to be honest. Helen was looking out for you, don’t blame her.” Explained Mary. Mary was trying her hardest not to show how shaken she was inside. She had come close to having her worst fears realized. “Oh, I’m not blaming Helen, I know she meant well.” Kim said sullenly, absent-mindedly sitting on her bed and laying on her back. She didn’t even notice she was lying on the branded hip. “What will happen to…slave, now?” “Just a guess, But she’ll be severely restrained more often than not. She’ll keep the dungeon clean and maintained, I guess. Either Sir will punish her every day, or Sir will have someone else do it. Or maybe she’ll be available for servicing the staff and employees if they want it. God, there are so many things Sir can do to make her life miserable. I don’t want to think about it, OK.” Mary explained before being overcome with her own thoughts about what could happen and might have happened to her too. “I understand. I guess you should chain me up now.” Kim said, rolling over onto her stomach. Mary grinned, would have laughed if she hadn’t been so shaken by the night's events. “Why? You’ve been on your back and hip a lot today. You were just resting on the hip with the brand, and it didn’t bother you.” “Oh! You’re right. But won’t Master be upset if you don’t?” Kim was startled when Mary told her about being on the branded hip. She really hadn’t felt anything. But she didn’t want Mary to get in trouble for not chaining her on her stomach. “The way I see it, I’m responsible for knowing what you can and can’t do. I’ve seen you lay on the brand with no trouble. I’m confident I’m safe. The doctor will clear you tomorrow when I tell him you have been on the hip so much.” Mary explained confidently.” Good night, Kim, It will be time to get up soon.” “Good night Mary.” Kim said in return and rolled over, got comfy and sent to sleep. Mary had been right, the time to get up and get into the grooming room came quickly. Kim was still sleepy, but Mary forced her through an hours’ worth of exercise and yoga. Followed by the usual grooming steps. When they got to the breakfast table, Helen was already there, looking sleepy and upset. On the far side of the table sat a middle-aged man in white tennis attire. Apparently, Helen’s new groom. “Are you ok, Sweety?” Helen asked as she went to Helen and gave her a hug before sitting in her own chair. “NO!” Helen said sharply. “David, here, needs to loosen up and not be so rough while grooming me.” She said bluntly, waving her thumb towards the middle-aged man. “He practically pulled my hair out, brushing it. I thought he was going to break my fingers and toes too.” She continued complaining. “I already miss Pa…my old groom.” Helen caught herself before saying Pam’s name. Kim didn’t know what to say, so she patted Helen’s hand on the table and gave her a sympathetic look. Mary sat down and looked across the table. “Hello Dave. I was hoping I’d never see you again.” Mary said with rancor. “Oh? You know…” Helen started to ask, but Mary cut her off. “Yes, we know each other. Davey was MY groom once upon a time. You have my sympathy, Helen, revealed Mary with plenty of animosity. “Hello Mary, behaving any better than you used to?” Needled Dave. “I’m just temporary. Tim asked me to step in until this one’s permanent groom got here later this week.” “I must be under a lucky star.” Mary said sarcastically. “I think I’ll get myself punished in the dungeon until my new groom arrives.” Helen said with even more sarcasm, though she looked serious about what she said. Breakfast came and, as usual, the three women were disgusted by it, except for the fruit. Dave wolfed it down like it was a gourmet meal. The next few days got back to normalcy…at least for slaves. Kim and Helen were both cleared by the doctor to return to full service, as long as the branded area wasn’t abused. Translating, that meant the area couldn’t be flogged, caned, spanked or otherwise come under impact. Kim and Helen spent most of their time kneeling beside their Master at meals, while he sat by the pool or in the garden doing whatever he was doing. They were walked around the estate on their leashes, both walking on their toes and crawling on all fours at Master’s whim. Timothy made sure to bring Kim to the stables to show her Buzzsaw’s stall was empty and cleaned out, ready for a new horse to use it. Kim made sure to thank her Master and kiss his hand for making sure Kim was at ease. Timothy had noticed that both Helen and Kim were a little off on the shades of their tans on their backs as opposed to their fronts from being bound to the St, Andrews cross to show off their brands. Their front was much lighter. So, Kim and Helen were staked out on the lawn for an afternoon, face up, to even out their tans. They both got their first “lesson” in horse riding. They sat atop a saddled horse, the saddle having a rather large dildo mounted on it and buried in their pussies. At the back of the saddle was a wooden post with two crossbars top and bottom. Their arms went over the top post, and their wrists were strapped together. The strap reaching across their midsection. Their ankles were pulled back and up and strapped to the lower crossbar. A ball gag and nipple clamps finished off their riding ensemble. The master held the reins of both horses the slaves were perched on, and he set off for a long tour of the estate. Kim and Helen were bounced on the dildos they “rode” as Master told them about all the sites he was bringing them past. She didn’t know about Helen, but Kim would have killed for just a little clitoral stimulation, she was THAT close to climaxing but just couldn’t get over the edge. By the middle of the week, Kim noticed a lot happening on the estate. Large tents were being raised, more like pavilions. Extra lighting was being strung around the tents and along most pathways. Finally, Kim broke down and asked Mary what was happening. There was going to be another party. A carnival, actually. From Friday night through the holiday on Monday. What holiday it was Kim had no idea, she had lost all track of dates, she wasn’t even sure what month it was when she tried to figure it out. Mary wouldn’t say anymore. Which meant Kim and Helen were probably in for a long weekend of getting fucked at the very least. Kim and Helen both got to try dodging tennis balls a couple of days. And again, Kim’s body ended up looking like a polka dot leotard was covering it both days. She just couldn’t get the racket in front of a ball or move out of its path. She just froze. Helen was much more athletic, but she still got drilled more than a few times. But she wasn’t allowed to try and protect Kim by intercepting balls aimed at Kim. The one time she tried to, she ended up on Master’s knee for a prolonged spanking, then had to stand with her hands on her knees bent over at the waist. Her ass pointing at Master across the court as he served ball after ball, aiming for her ass cheeks, at scoring “aces” time and again. Neither Kim nor Helen had done anything to deserve a trip to the dungeon, and Master hadn’t had the inclination to take them down there on a whim. There had been no word about slave, the former Pam. But there was a lot of curiosity. Kim wondered if slave was the reason she and Helen had not been taken to the dungeon for Master’s entertainment. Was slave fulfilling Master’s need to be sadistic instead of Kim and Helen? The thought made Kim feel strangely jealous. By Thursday night, Kim was hearing jets landing at Masters runway often. Apparently, guest for the weekend were flying in from long distances. She also saw limousines arriving, when she happened to be kneeling at Master’s side near the front of the mansion. Kim knew, had seen on her horse ride, that Master had quite a few villas for guests. She wondered how many guests there would be for the weekend. She had overheard Master talking on the phone to hotels, reserving whole floors of rooms and suites for his guest who wouldn’t be in villas on the estate grounds. Of course, no normal day during the week would pass without Kim and Helen being use sexually by their Master at least one time each, mostly two times each. Only the location where, and how, they were penetrated differed daily. Timothy had instructed Mary and Dave to work extra hard with their charges to tighten the anal sphincter muscles on his slaves. He didn’t want them getting all stretched out. Helen had grumbled at breakfast that less butt fucking would keep their anal muscles in better shape. Kim nodded vigorously in agreement, Mary laughed heartily. Dave looked sour and told Helen to just be more diligent with the exercises. Friday morning, Master had the slaves brought to his study. He tied them to the ring embedded to the front of his desk. On their knees, their ankles tied together, then pulled straight up, the rope from their ankles used as a gag, pulling their heads back severely, while keeping their feet pointed to the ceiling. Their wrists tied together and roped to the ring on the desk. There they knelt, their backs arched, the ropes between their lips, biting harshly into their cheeks, staring up at the ceiling, While Master told them about the carnival. He spoke sitting at his desk, observing Kim and Helen struggle. “Starting tonight, you will be available in one way or another to my guests. Each day you will be in a different tent for a different little event for my guests. Actually, you will be involved in at least three different events each day, except tonight. There is no charity, but there will be plenty of money being wagered over the weekend. Some of it will be on your performances. You will not be the only slaves involved. Some of my friends across the country have brought slaves to participate as well. There will be plenty of mouths, pussies and assholes to satisfy all the guests, which at last count was close to a thousand. There are no carnival rides, only games, and the slaves are the games, my guests the players. I do not want to be disappointed with your efforts.” “There will be games that pit you against the other slaves that will be here. I don’t expect you to win every event, but I do expect you to at least be in the top five in every event. Any event you place out of the top five earns you a punishment to be administered after the carnival is closed Monday night. As a gentleman, I cannot tell you what these events will be and cannot in good conscience train you for them. But you will do well or face the consequences. As you have no doubt learned, I do not like to lose, money be damned. I don’t want anyone else beating me, and if you don’t win, they beat me.” “Guests will be arriving from off the estate at noon. Almost none of them have seen your branding. You will be set out at the gate to the Carnival area, so they can see and admire your markings, which, if I do say so myself, came out beautifully and will get more beautiful with time. These guests do not impress easily. A few have branded slaves of their own. But you two, to my knowledge, have the largest brands of any of the others. And I’m damn proud of that, and I’m damn proud of how the both of you handled getting branded.” Kim was stunned. Did Master say he was proud of them? And there were other slaves that had been branded? Kim had never considered that any other Master or Mistress would do that. But Kim and Helen had the biggest brand. Somehow that made Kim’s chest puff with pride, along with Master being proud of Kim and Helen, of course. She hadn’t thought Master thought that way about them, even if he did pay a million dollars for each of them. The thought kept running through Kim’s mind, she made her Master proud to own her. Master got rid of his most valuable stallion to ease Kim’s mind. Another thought crossed her mind. Would she even WANT to go back to the shop if she had the choice? She recalled the relative ease of life with Mistress Inga compared to the brutality and strictness of Master Timothy. Mistress had been proud of her, too. And life was easier with Mistress. How could Kim now feel that Master was who she wanted to be owned by? Then she realized something that had always nagged at her. Mistress had not been helping Kim explore feelings about bondage. Mistress had been baiting the trap. Luring Kim into her net. Mistress had all along wanted to add Kim to her collection of slaves. And Kim had taken all the bait hungrily and been hooked into a life of slavery while she fell in love with Mistress. She would have given her life for her Mistress. Mistress had trained her to obey everything Mistress presented to her. And Kim had done that. Including allowing herself to be sold by the Mistress she loved. Her Mistress had not returned the love Kim gave her, she had used it to convince Kim to accept being sold. Master said he would never sell Kim or Helen. Master, Kim realized, in his own way, loved Kim and probably Helen. Kim asked herself. “How can I NOT want to be right where I am? I am owned by a Master that has pushed me further than I ever thought I could go. Made me do things that disgusted me, but also filled me with pride that I accomplished the challenge Master set for me. Later, while Mary was bathing Kim to get her ready for being exhibited, Kim was thinking aloud, without realizing it. “Master might be the most sadistic, evil Master in the world when the mood strikes him. But he’s MY Master. And My Master is proud of me. And I’m proud of what I accomplish for My Master. Master will never sell me, he promised, and I believe Master. Master owns me body and soul.” “He is MY Master, but I own my Master’s heart.” Mary kept her silence while she washed Kim. She heard every word clearly. Every word resonated with Mary. Because Mary once thought the same things. Then she fucked it up. Kim had closed her eyes when she went silent. Her breathing slowed, and a calm came over her. When Mary looked at Kim’s face, she saw a smile of contentment.
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Wow! That was an amazing read. Thank you.
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