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The Greatest Submission
Written by Hawk_Fann and Sbbe, his Slave
Stillbehindblueeyes (at) hotmail (dot) com
WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION.
IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF
A SEXUAL NATURE.
DELETE NOW IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO
VIEW THIS TYPE OF MATERIAL.
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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When
Kimberly came to, she found she was lying on a bed, where Master had presumably
placed her. There was a soft pillow
under her head, and his long fingers were stroking her hair out of her face.
"Www-what..."
she started, getting up, but Jason held her shoulders down.
"Easy,"
he said, "Just relax for a minute. Ssshhhh."
"I'm
sorry, Sir, it just got to be a bit much.
When I was cropping her I just felt like - I don't know what I felt
like. It's all so strange."
"You're
doing beautifully, Kimberly."
"She
won't do what I say."
"She
will. It's only been a few hours."
"I
must get back to it."
"Sssshhh," he said again, "She's not going
anywhere. Don't go back out there until you're ready."
"Please
let me do this Sir. Please let me please
you."
"You
will, I have no doubt of that Kimberly.
But right now I'm going to please you.
Let's just call it a little token of my appreciation."
With
that she felt his fingers trailing down over her belly and parting her legs,
and instantly she began to moisten. He
kissed her on the mouth and then began kissing his way down her body, lingering
at her breasts and navel, before he began licking her pussy. She came hard,
holding his head, her hips writhing little mewing sounds escaping her
lips. When she came back down to earth
she felt refreshed and rejuvenated, not to mention loved and needed. It was with that mindset that she strode back
into the dungeon, more confident than ever.
Sarah
was stretched so tightly that she could not sag, but her head was pitched
forward, her dark hair tumbling down in front of her. Kimberly grabbed a handful of hair and pulled
her head up, which made Sarah’s eyes pop open.
"How's that shitty cock tasting?" Kimberly asked.
Sarah
didn't respond, nor did she offer anything in the way of physical
response.
"I
could take it out, you know. Give you a
little mouthwash. Maybe even a drink of
water." Still no response, Sarah
was staring straight ahead, averting her gaze from Kimberly. "Of course, you'd have to earn those
things," Kimberly went on, "and I've seen nothing in your behavior
that merits reward." Sarah kept her
gaze straight ahead.
So
that's how it's going to be, Kimberly thought.
Just as well. Kimberly picked up
a clothespin off the rolling table and held it up for Sarah to see. She opened it and closed it, but it did not phase the woman. She
obviously thought it was going on her nipple and thought little of it, given
that she's already endured much worse.
"You
see, what you don't get is how little effort it takes for me to make life very
unpleasant for you. Observe." With that Kimberly opened the jaws of the
clothespin and made like she
was about to put it on Sarah's nipple, only to switch at the last minute and
clamp it on the end of her nose, closing her nostrils and cutting offer her air
before she could even get a good breath in.
Sarah's head jerked back and then side to side as she tried to shake the
clothespin loose, but it held tight.
Kimberly watched the display with an outward smile.
"This
is called breath play," she said in a professorial tone. "Although I'm sure it does not feel like
play to you."
Sarah's
face began to turn red and Kimberly could see the instinctual panic in her
eyes. When the red turned crimson,
Kimberly removed the clothespin and Sarah sucked air in as fast as she could. Sarah's head fell, her big breasts heaving
outward with every breath. Without
warning, Kimberly clamped the clothespin back on her nose.
"Let's
see how long you go this time. You're a
swimmer, right? You ought to be able to
go awhile before you pass out."
Even though she had to know it would do no good, Sarah again tried to
shake the clothespin off her nose.
"30
seconds," Kimberly said. "I
don't think you'll make a minute the way you're burning oxygen." She watched again as Sarah's face began to
turn, but she let it go a bit further this time, until the crimson turned
purple and her eyes bulged. Just as her
eyes began to flutter shut, Kimberly reached up and took
the pin off, allowing Sarah to draw a huge breath just
in time to avoid passing out.
"You
see, Bitch, everything is a privilege around here, right down to the air you
breathe. This is my air, and you will
breathe it on my terms." Sarah was
too busy trying to get oxygen back in her system to
respond. Kimberly didn't rush it. She wanted her strong for what she had in
store for her next.
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