The Greatest Submission

The Greatest Submission

Written by Hawk_Fann and Sbbe, his Slave

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WARNING!  THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION.  

 

IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE.  

 

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 The Author does not condone any of these actions, this is fantasy, make believe, you know day dreaming.

 

 Copyright 2006, Hawk Fann & Sbbe.  All rights reserved.

 

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5

 

Jason stroked Kimberly's hair and held her as she sobbed.  "You can, Kimberly.  You are a strong woman. You know that I never give you anything you can't bear."

 

"But this is not me, it's not who I am.  I'm not a dom. I don't know what I'm doing out there."

 

Jason lifted her chin with his index finger and looked her in the eyes.  "I think you know exactly what you're doing from the looks of it."

 

She looked at him, unable to hide the uncertainty in her eyes.  "I-I, I want to do this for you, Sir, more than anything I've ever wanted to do.  I just - what

if I can't?  What if she never breaks?  I'm so afraid of letting you down."  Tears came to her eyes. Jason was moved by the pressure she obviously felt.

 

He brushed her tears aside and kissed her softly on the lips.

 

"You can do it.  Under all that bitchiness and defiance she's just a woman.  She is less than you, and you will make her realize that.  There is no time limit here.  Just take it at your own pace."  He kissed her again, and with his lips still lingering on hers he whispered, "Can you do that pet?"

 

"Yes Sir," she whispered back.  "I will do it for you." She loved it when he used her pet name it made her feel so cherished.

 

Kimberly strode back into the mirrored room.  She noticed that Sarah's eyes never left her.  This was a good thing.  She had the bitch's full attention.

 

Still, there was that nagging doubt inside her, the uncertainty as to whether she had what it took to carry out her Master's wishes.  Along with that

uncertainty came fear that Sarah would sniff it out.

 

She was a lawyer, after all, trained to read people.

 

If Sarah sensed for a minute that Kimberly did not feel completely in control of the situation, despite her obvious physical advantage with the restraints, this whole thing was over.

 

She studied Sarah for a moment, curiously, the way a child might consider a bug in a jar.  Sarah's eyes burned, but she did not struggle; she was getting the point that there was little to be gained by doing so.

 

She was marvelous, Kimberly had to admit – long limbed, toned.  And those gorgeous full breasts, so accentuated now with Sarah stretched in four different directions, rising and falling over her flat tummy.

 

"These really are nice." Kimberly said, hefting them in her hands the way she might check out compare cantaloupes in the store.  "They have to feel better

out of that tight-ass bitch corporate wear you had on. Even in these restraints. Kimberly dropped them and unfastened the “Tower of Pain” clamp. Sarah screamed as the blood rushed to her tortured nipples. Kimberly waited watching her wishing she could read the woman’s mind. It would take a moment for her to catch her breath, the gag was one of the cruelest she had bought.

 

            Kimberly turned her face toward the most visible of the many video camera’s.  “I don’t think she’s enjoying my toys sir.”

 

Sarah said nothing, breathing heavily through her nose and glaring as Kimberly groped her breasts again.  "These are mine, now.  You understand that, right?  Just like the rest of you."  Sarah said nothing, not even when Kimberly pinched her nipple, eliciting a grunt and squirm.

 

"You see Sarah," Kimberly said, walking over to the table just out of her sight line. "You're nothing more than a plaything at this point.  I can do whatever I

want to you.  The sooner you understand that, the better." She turned her back on the woman walking away. Kimberly wondered if Sarah had even noticed that she too was completely naked.

 

Sarah's eyes bulged when Kimberly walked back in front of her, sporting a large strap-on dildo.  "HHHMMMMMMMM, HMMMMM MMMM," she tried to manage through the gag, vigorously shaking her head.  Kimberly picked up the riding crop and cut a sample swath through the air with it, causing Sarah to stiffen.  Then her eyes returned to the strap-on.

 

"What's the matter Sarah?  Never seen one of these before." Kimberly said, running the crop along the undersides of Sarah's heaving breasts.  She stepped behind the prisoner. Sarah tried to jerk her head around to follow her, but of course could only turn so far.

 

"Oh I see, it's not the idea of me fucking you that bothers you but the idea of me fucking you back here," Kimberly said, swatting her lightly on the ass with the crop.

 

"HHHMMM MMM, HMMMM MMM," Sarah thrashed again, shaking her head.  Kimberly leisurely put a dollop of KY on the big dildo, then spread Sarah's cheeks (which she tried to clench to no avail) and gave her asshole the same treatment, slipping a finger inside.  She was delighted at the noise this elicited, a new one --perhaps the highest pitched squeal yet.  Maybe she was finally getting somewhere.

 

"I'm going to fuck you now, Slut.  In the ass, and I'm going to do it as long as I feel like it."

 

Kimberly pressed up against Sarah, her breasts pressed into the woman's back as she positioned the tip of the dildo between Sarah's ass cheeks.  Sarah tried to twist, but there was nowhere to go.  Holding the crop in her teeth momentarily, Kimberly put her hands on Sarah’s hips and slowly inserted the dildo into her ass.  It was tight as hell, and it took some working until it was all the way in.  Sarah's squealing turned into more of a low series of grunts as Kimberly began moving her hips, forcing the dildo up her ass.

 

Kimberly reached her arms around Sarah, one hand holding the crop, rubbing it across her breasts and belly, occasionally letting it drop to one of her

thighs where she gave her a little swat and whispered.

 

"Giddyap" in her ear.  All the while, she gazed over Sarah's shoulder at the camera, her eyes locked in so that Master would know this was just for him.  She knew this would please him. 

 

As she fucked Sarah, she wondered what to do next.  There were so many options.  Master had been so generous in allowing her to set this dungeon up just how she wanted - to give herself everything she might possibly need to succeed.  And she planned to take advantage of every last piece of it.