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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 Mary had taken Kim down from suspension in the dungeon to take her up to the grooming room. Kim was able to walk normally, though her soles were still aching. Kim got a gentle bathing, then had to kneel for the rest of her grooming, she couldn’t sit on her well striped bottom, nor stand for long on her striped soles. As Mary led her out of her Quarters, Kim looked at her bed, longing to lie in it. But she knew, with the stripes all over her front and back, she wouldn’t be sleeping in her bed for a few days at least. Kim and Helen were both kneeling up on their knees on either side of their Master as he drank his coffee after breakfast on the front porch of the mansion. Neither slave could kneel back with the striped rears on their heels. Timothy was on the front porch to watch the parade of limos taking his guests that stayed in the bungalows to the airstrip or airport. Helen mostly kept her head lowered, still feeling the pain of her stripes. But Kim watched every limo pass. She was searching for the occupants of only one limo, but had yet to see it pass by. Timothy fed them slices of fruit sporadically, as he too watched the limos, like a victorious conqueror watching the vanquished leave their homes. For years He had hosted his Carnival, with his sexcapade events and the slave contests. When he had a slave, they always did well. Well, of course they did, He prepared them for the contests with his own cock. His slaves were always the favorites of the Masters during the sex events. But finally, his slave had won his own Carnival. And he thought she looked exquisite kneeling beside him. He felt just a tad guilty that he would punish her further once she was healed from the brutal caning she earned for winning. A punishment she earned with the attitude she exhibited to make her and his victory possible. But it was just a tad of guilt, and it would disappear once he began punishing her. It wouldn’t be a caning. He was proud of her for the way she kept her head held high. Never begging for mercy or for her Master to intercede. Every year he had heard the winning slave break down and plead for the caning to stop. But there was no safe word for the winner. That was a rule he himself imposed, and every owner had to abide by the rule or not enter their slave in the contests or events. Kim gave a quiet sob when she saw what she’d be waiting for. Somehow, Lisa had chosen or been allowed the right-hand window seat and was looking at Kim as the limo passed. “Master? May I wave goodbye?” Kim asked, hopefully. “Yes.” Timothy answered quickly. He knew how much Lisa meant to Kim. He’d seen it all along at the shop and Inga’s home. He didn’t want Kim to miss this chance to say goodbye. Inga wasn’t going to be invited back ever again. Kim just as quickly raised her hand and gave a sad wave. Lisa surreptitiously raised a hand under her chin and gave a short wave, then blew a silent kiss to Kim. Tears welled in Kim’s eyes. She had been kneeling and wondering what would have happened between Lisa and herself if she hadn’t been sold. It was just another in a long list of things Kim held against Inga. When the last limo had departed, Timothy decided it was a good day to walk about the estate's many paths. Since neither of his slaves were in any condition to be strapped to a cross or on the back of a horse, and Kim could barely walk twenty yards, Master’s slaves crawled on all fours behind their Master, their leashes in his hand. No one was fooled about the reason for the walk, even Timothy knew why he was doing it deep down. The myriad of servants, staff and employees all marveled at the stripes Kim and Helen wore. Everyone was in disbelief of Kim’s body and the number of welts she carried all over her. Kim and Helen knelt stoically each time Timothy stopped to talk and show off his slaves. He bragged how Kim had beaten all challenges, had been the envy of all the other owners. Sure, he was going a bit overboard with his boasts, but who on the estate was going to contradict him? Besides, few on the estate had actually seen any of the previous winners get caned, and fewer still saw what the slave looked like after. Timothy wanted everyone to see Kim and hear him brag about how she was the first winning slave not to cry for mercy. The night’s dinner was a feast, even for Kim and Helen. Timothy ate his fair share, but he was kept busy feeding his two most treasure possessions. Roast prime rib, broiled potatoes, candied carrots, even fresh baked dinner rolls. Kim was almost ready to plead for her Master to stop feeding her, he had offered so much. But to her good fortune, she didn’t have to and even more fortunately, there was only fruit for dessert, and she was able to squeeze the offered sliced into her bloated belly. The rest of the evening was spent with their Master in his sitting room, listening to classical music. Timothy sat in a comfortable armchair, with Kim and Helen kneeling up on either side of him. Every once in a while he would let them sip at his brandy snifter. “Master?” asked Kim, wanting to speak. “Yes Kim?” Timothy said, giving his permission. “Master, slave did so well in the contests and sex events, doesn’t she…” Kim started. “Stop! Don’t ask. Her punishment is final. She knew the penalty, and she incurred it of her own free will. You will have a punishment for even starting to speak of leniency for slave added to what you already have coming.” Timothy didn’t raise his voice while speaking to Kim. He even had his eyes closed as he listened to the music. But his tone was granite like. “Yes Master. I accept whatever punishment you give me for my insolence at speaking on the matter. Thank you, Master, for reminding me of my place as a slave.” Kim said meekly. She knew she was risking punishment for speaking up for slave. But she felt she had to try. “Can’t she at least have her name back, Master?” Kim blurted out quickly. Helen’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened is disbelief at what Kim had just done. Again, without opening his eyes, Timothy grabbed Kim by the hair with a death grip and yanked her head back. “Don’t… Ever… Bring… It… Up… Again.” The words came out in the same granite tone, in a low voice. But this time carried a threat Kim didn’t want to challenge. “Yes Master. I accept whatever punishment you give me for my insolence at speaking on the matter. Thank you, Master, for reminding me of my place as a slave.” Kim said, repeating her previous apology word for word. “I know you will, Kim. I know… you… will.” He said, then he released Kim’s hair and went back to listening to the music. Kim got no more brandy the rest of the evening. While listening to the music, Timothy was considering what he would do with Helen once she was healed. She would be ready much sooner than Kim. Kim just added to her punishment at least twofold, he thought, but that was probably a week away. He knew Helen also wouldn’t be getting the cane so soon. Then there was slave. Timothy was thankful for slave right now. Kim and Helen were in no shape for handling his cock. Slave wasn’t either, but slave wasn’t one of his most treasure possessions. She certainly had value as a slave. But Kim and Helen, he intended not to have break down physically. But, slave, that was a different story. In shape to handle him or not, slave was going to take up the slack and get fucked as often as Timothy needed to fuck until Helen and then Kim recovered. If slave broke down physically, she could huddle in her cage and recover. Few would even know she was unable to perform her duties. If Kim and Helen broke down physically, the entire estate would know, Timothy wouldn’t allow that. At bedtime, Helen was led to her quarters to be spread-eagled at the foot of her bed, since she couldn’t lie on her back or stomach. Kim was led to the dungeon and suspended again to let the soles of her feet recover. Tonight though, before she was going to be able to sleep, she had to watch her Master orally and anally use slave, standing bent over in a strappado position, balanced on her toes while her Master thrust down her throat, then finished brutally in her ass. Kim took the blame for the brutality her Master was inflicting on slave. She thought it was due to her outburst, and that Master was making her watch as further punishment. She had no idea her Master had planned to use slave tonight all along. He hadn’t fucked a slave in more than twenty-four hours. He needed his relief and slave, to his mind, was the slave available, stripes or no stripes. Slave was left in the precarious position for the night, though she was allowed to rest her head on a table and her ankles and knees were tied to the table legs. Slowly, she lowered off her toes, putting more strain on her shoulders, until she was flatfooted. The shoulder pain was bad, but bearable. Kim was amazed when slave stopped sobbing and whimpering and fell asleep. Unfounded guilt kept Kim awake much longer into the night. The next morning was much like the previous. As Mary led Kim out of the dungeon, Kim wondered who would release slave, tend to her stripes? But Kim knew she had pushed her luck with her Master and dared not ask. Kim and Helen had breakfast kneeling beside their Master for the first time since their arrival. Helen finally had her permanent groom. A rather squat woman, unlike the beautiful Mary or the former Pam. Kim didn’t get to meet this woman yet since there was no “slave breakfast”. Timothy read his paper as he ate and seemingly absent-mindedly fed Kim and Helen scrambled eggs, fruit and orange juice. The soles of Kim’s feet were much better today, but Timothy didn’t want any setbacks. He led Kim and Helen through the mansion on their hands and knees as he inspected the work of the household staff. It didn’t surprise either of his slaves that “Mr. Timothy” was just as demanding of his staff and servants as Master Timothy was with his slaves. Lunch was on the patio. Kim choked down the sushi that Timothy fed her and Helen. Kim didn’t care for cooked fish, and she was struggling to not retch when she had to swallow the raw fish. Each piece of fruit was a Godsend to her taste buds. The afternoon walk was a bit more humiliating. Kim and Helen were fitted with bit gags with reins attached to each side of the bit. Master led them around the estate like he was leading a pair of horses. When they got to the stable, Timothy led them inside to the blacksmith’s area. When the blacksmith handed Timothy a branding iron, Kim shuddered and Helen let out a whimper. “Don’t fret, my lovelies. It’s a cold iron.” He pointed the end of the brand at Kim. It took her a few seconds to read the backward lettering, then she looked up at her Master with trepidation in her eyes. The brand had two words, one atop the other. It read “FOR LIFE”. Timothy handed it back to the blacksmith and led his slaves out of the stable. “I haven’t decided whether I will use that. Or when, if I do. You still have a lot of healing to do. I don’t get to enjoy my time with you when you are healing.” Timothy said over his shoulder. Kim’s only thought was that she’d rather Master enjoy his time with her in any way rather than have to spend time healing from another branding, not to mention GETTING branded. Helen hadn’t seen the words on the branding iron, and could only look at Kim curiously while biting on her bit gag. Kim could give no clue to Helen about the branding iron, or what she was feeling and thinking. At midafternoon, Timothy had become frustrated being so near his prized slaves, yet no being able to use them as he desired. He sat on the patio and pulled the two slaves between his legs. Both Kim and Helen knew what he wanted. They took turns working his pants open and lifting his cock from inside them. With no instructions from their Master, they began licking his cock between them after kissing the head. As it grew stiffer, Kim knew time was short to fit it into either of their throats. She took the initiative to take the cock in her mouth and begin swallowing the head into her throat. Helen moved her tongue further down the shaft, licking and kissing near the base, as Kim forced herself to gulp the cock head into her throat. It barely fit, and she had to gag a bit. Her Master grabbed a handful of her hair and began tugging her head, signaling Kim to move her lips down the shaft. Not wanting to be left out, Helen shifted her licking and kissing to her Master’s scrotum. Kim knew after swallowing the twelve-inch dildo in the contests, Master was going to expect her to reach the base of his cock, even if his cock was thinker than the dildo was. Nonetheless, Kim kept her head moving down the shaft little by little. Timothy’s grip in her hair, wasn’t allowing Kim to retreat back up the shaft. She was coughing drool down the shaft and following with her lips, her arms folded behind her back. Helen was using her arms to prop herself up as she craned her neck to get at her Master’s balls. Kim reached the base of Master’s cock and was struggling to breathe, but Master kept pulling her hair, holding her lips around his base, her nose pushed against his pelvis. Kim began seeing stars as the oxygen in her lungs was used up, but still timothy held her head tight to his body. Kim wanted to pull away, to shake her head. It took all her self-control to kneel and keep her head still. She felt Master was testing her resolve, pushing her. When Kim started to go limp, Timothy eased his grip and reversed direction with his hair pulling. Kim reacted on reflex and followed the tug on her hair away from the base of the cock. She gasped in air as best she could as timothy guided her up the shaft. Before the cock head hit her esophagus, Timothy started tugging Kim back down the shaft, and obediently she followed, her lips sucking in inches of cock, her throat gulping the shaft down. Timothy had no intention of spewing down Kim’s throat. But he did pull her back down to the base and held her there again. Kim had to struggle harder not to fight her way off the cock shaft that was choking her, suffocating her. Her body was trembling and weakening. When Kim’s arms started moving apart on her back as she started to lose consciousness, Timothy dragged her head back up his shaft. Kim again instinctively drew whatever breathes she could until Master's cock head blocked her esophagus. Timothy grabbed Kim’s head with both hands and pushed, while pulling back with his hips. Kim gagged and choked as the cock head squeezed past her gullet and back into her mouth.
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