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55 Kim and Helen’s Master Anniversary. part 2 Story in comments  |
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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 Upon arriving back at the Estate, Timothy snapped the leashes on Kim and Helen’s collars and led them to the dungeon. Kim was relieved to be back at the Estate. Dinner had been incredible, but she had felt ill at ease the entire time. Everything seemed foreign. It was very difficult to small talk with her Master, even though he kept the conversation centered on what Kim and Helen would have knowledge of around the Estate and never talked about events of the world or the past. Eating in a fine restaurant, having conversations, using proper etiquette, was not who she was any longer. Kim was mildly surprised when Mary and Dave began undressing her and Helen. She had expected her Master to rip the dresses from their bodies, no matter how much they had cost. But the dresses and the jewelry were removed from the slaves with care. It didn’t take long after that for Kim and Helen to be hung like sides of beef from the ceiling. Their ankles were spread wide by a bar, but their body wasn’t left to dangle below. Their body was held upright by their arms wrapped over the back of their knees with their wrists pulled as far behind their back as possible and tethered together. Their pussy and ass jutting out for use. And Kim knew with the flick of a switch, they could be lowered to the right height to make use of their mouths and throats. “Now we have the first situation of our evening. You both became my slave one year ago, but I can’t fuck you both at the same time. And I do want to be fair about this, on such an occasion.” Timothy said seriously and with a thoughtful, serious and perplexed face. “Master? May I make a suggestion?” Kim asked sheepishly, not wanted to overstep her place and ruin the proceedings. “By all means Kim. I haven’t thought of anything besides flipping a coin. And that just seems wrong.” Timothy said, showing some exasperation with himself. “Master, Helen agreed to be your slave first. She was already collared when I accepted. She should have the honor of going first.” Kim said with certainty. “No Kim, you are the Alpha. You take care of me and worry about me.” Helen answered Kim with her own sincerity. “I think Kim has a point.” Timothy interjected. “If she had rejected serving me, you would be my only slave Helen. You will be first tonight.” “As you wish Master.” Helen responded obediently. Timothy strode slowly to Kim and caressed her cheek. “There’s not an ounce of selfishness in you is there?” Timothy said with a smile. Kim only tilted her head into her Master’s hand. With a side step, Timothy was in front of Helen. He wasn’t erect, yet, and with a snap of his fingers, Helen began sinking until her face was level with her Master’s groin. When Timothy’s cock head was presented to her, Helen dutifully kissed the head and sucked it into her mouth. Kim watched as the cock lengthened and thickened. She knew it wasn’t going down Helen’s throat. With another snap of his fingers, Helen began rising, and as she did, her Master’s cock slipped from her lips, a rock hard projectile with two possible targets. Helen was still dripping from her orgasms in the limo, her pussy well lubricated for entry. But the target was her anus. Timothy pushed relentlessly though her puckered hole. Helen inhaled sharply in pain, and as her eyes rolled back and her jaw fell open in a silent scream, Timothy thrust to the hilt. Without a pause Timothy began a torrid thrusting pace. Helen could barely catch her breath before it was knock back out of her lungs with a gasp and a grunt. Even after a year’s time, the pain was agonizing. Time suddenly had no meaning for Helen as the thrusting sent her mind running for somewhere to hide from the pain. All Helen could comprehend was the painful thrusts shocking her system, forcing the air from her lungs, making it impossible to make a sound any greater than a grunt deep in her throat. Kim always marveled at her Master’s stamina. Kim had no way to track time either, but she knew this wasn’t a short fuck. She felt sorry for Helen, even though she knew that Helen had taken just as brutal a pounding many times in the past year. Kim could see the sweat pouring from her Master’s brow as he drilled into a limp, almost lifeless Helen. When the veins in her Master’s neck started bulging, Kim knew her Master was close to spewing his load. Sure enough, a few minutes later Timothy could hold back no longer and roared as he drenched Helen’s bowels with semen. The last few thrusts were more like lunges moments apart to milk every ounce of pleasure. Timothy gave Helen a tender kiss and whispered in her ear. What, Kim couldn’t make out. Timothy stepped back, pulling from Helen’s rectum. With a deep breath, he spun to a table and lifted two identical floggers. Kim hoped that Helen would be spared a flogging while she recovered from the anal fuck, but deep down she knew she and Helen, both, would feel the lashes. Helen’s head was hanging back on her shoulders as she gasped in oxygen, her face streaked with tears. When Timothy’s arms went back to deliver the first lashes, Kim hung her own head back, to keep her face far away from the leather strands and also to not see when they lashes would strike. She was well aware there would be many lashes and seeing them come wasn’t going to help. The flogging was vicious, as they always were. Timothy was much practiced and his ambidexterity allowed an almost choreographed dance of blows to land on Kim and Helen from their bottoms up the back of their thighs and lower calves. Timothy had no intention of marring his slave’s faces with an errant strike. Wails and shrill yelps filled the dungeon. Kim and Helen made no attempt to stay silent. They both knew their Master wanted to hear the pain emerge from their throats, the tears pour from their eyes, their bodies jerk and twitch with each lash. Dinner had been a pleasant gift for Kim and Helen to enjoy. But Kim realized, THIS was the celebration. She was no housewife or girlfriend to wine and dine on an anniversary. She was a slave. A brutal flogging, to Kim’s mind WAS the way to celebrate an anniversary with a sadist. Through the excruciating pain, Kim wanted to smile. Her Master was giving them something dear to him. His time, energy, and passion. His talent with a flogger, his gift of a cock, then his semen. Kim knew she would trade her diamond studded collar for these things every single day of her life and be content. She didn’t know how long the flogging lasted, but she heard the handles clatter on the table when it was over. The back of her legs and bottom were on fire. Then her anus was stretched wide and she screamed in pain as her Master plowed into her dry rectum at full erection. Her tear stained face felt the rush of new tears flowing. Each thrust to the base of her Master’s cock had his body slapping into her red, inflamed legs and ass multiplying her pain tenfold. She hadn’t thought of this consequence when suggesting Helen be first to get fucked. But if she had, she would have made the same choice. Helen looked on in pity for Kim, realizing that it could have been her with the added pain. It should have been her, she thought. And she wondered if Kim had predicted the events of the night and protected Helen once again. She always looked up to Kim. Leaned on Kim’s strength. And she loved Kim dearly. While she watched her Master take Kim to the peaks of pain, Helen recalled the only time she didn’t listen to Kim when Kim tried to protect her. The Branding. Helen accepted it and she knew Kim had been devastated by that, feeling that it was Kim’s fault. But Helen knew, Kim was not to blame. The choice was Helen’s, even if Kim got her into the situation, Kim had prodded Helen with all her heart to say no and leave. And now, Helen had no regrets and knew in her heart it was the right choice, even if it hurt her beloved sister slave. Timothy was picking up speed with his thrust. Neither Kim nor Helen could know, but timothy had been thrusting into Kim much longer than he had Helen, not by design, it just took him longer to cum the second time around. Finally with a growl, Timothy expended himself deep into Kim’s rectal cavity. Kim felt his gentle kiss and she tried to smile. Then she heard his whispered voice in her ear, “Happy Anniversary, my slave. Only the first of many, many more.” Kim’s face broke into a smile at the words and she whispered back in exhaustion. “Happy Anniversary Master. I look forward to an eternity of them.”
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Intenso ...  Y quizás un instante sirva para trazar el camino que me guíe hacia tus ojos.
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Nice easy access. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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7/16/2022 12:23 am |
When you have your sub strung up like this how safe is it? That has got to be a major concern. Is it not? 
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