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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.
We would love to hear from you at
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(at) hotmail (dot) com
If you post this story elsewhere please let us know and give us access to it. Thanks.
10
The
dial in her hand turned and the tens unit came back to life. Sarah screamed
until her breath was exhausted, her body arching to avoid the pain but unable
to sustain the arch. “Again slut,” Kimberly had pulled a chair in front of
Sarah as she suffered. “Say it again.”
"M-mm-ay
I kiss your foot ma'am?" stuttered out. Kimberly could see the sweat on
Sarah’s face, the struggle behind the woman’s eyes.” She glanced at a camera
then back at Sarah.
“Worship
it,” Kimberly growled.
“Yes
ma’am,” she begged.
Kimberly
let her lick and kiss for a few minutes then moved away and turned the unit on.
By the end of the hour Sarah would beg violently to be allowed to continue her
worship of Kimberly’s body knowing what would happen
after she moved away. Her words became creative and accompanied by loud sobs.
“What
else would you worship?” Kimberly asked leaning forward as Sarah begged.
“This
Slut would worship anything.”
“What
part of my body slut, do you desire to worship Slut?” Kimberly knelt down in
front of Sarah.
Sarah
was shocked, Kimberly almost giggled at the look on her face. “I-I-I would worship, your hand?” Kimberly reached out and stroked her
hair. Helped her blow her nose again and then offered her hand and the process
started again.
It
continued until a sobbing wreck of a woman hung gibbering. Kimberly knelt again
and moved forward. “Think Sarah, what else would you worship.”
Sarah
struggled one last time then looked up into Kimberly’s eyes. “Mistress may I
worship your pussy?”
Kimberly
thought for a moment that she might cry with relief. She looked into a camera
then leaned a bit closer. “Why should I let a piss covered slut worship my
pussy?”
Sarah
sobbed, shock washing over her features. “Mistress may your slut, your
property, worship your beautiful pussy?”
Kimberly
reached out and stroked her cheeks. “Since you put it that way Slut, how could
I refuse?” Kimberly stood and retrieved an adjustable chair she set it up and
slid forward. “Now do a good job or I’ll remind you what the ten setting is
like.”
“Yes
mistress, let me worship you, let me prove how much I love your pussy.”
Kimberly
adjusted her feet on the chains and placed her pussy right up against Sarah’s
face. She waited afraid for a minute then a gentle swipe of a tongue made her
shift a bit closer. “Yes slut, show me how much you love my pussy. Worship me
slut, love me.”
Kimberly
screamed out her orgasm reaching pulling herself against Sarah’s face using the
taut chains. “Yes, worship me.”
Sarah
watched fear clear in her eyes. “Would you like to prove I can trust you slut?”
“Yes
mistress, I will do anything, anything.”
“We’ll
see,” Kimberly said smiling down at the woman. “We’ll see.”
Kimberly
found Sarah’s actions different as she started to lower her. Sarah watched her
with a fear in her eyes that had not been there before. The process of freeing
her took time. When Kimberly was done she found that Sarah just lay limply
watching her waiting, sobbing softly.
“Slut
you will crawl to the shower area.” Kimberly pointed to the wall by the toilet.
“Move,” Kimberly knew she didn’t need to but she popped Sarah with the crop
just for effect. The woman had to be in much pain as the blood flowed back to
her extremities.
Sarah
seemed very vulnerable at the moment she needed to imprint on her. She had an
idea but she must speak to master. “Hurry Slut, you will at all time hurry to
obey commands from your betters.” Pop on Sarah’s ass as it swayed violently
trying to keep ahead of her.
‘Here
now I didn’t say in the shower. I think you need to get all that blood flowing
again. We are going to take a quick spin around the room. If I don’t feel you
are putting enough effort into it I will help you with this friendly persuader.
She popped Sarah with the crop again.
Sarah
took off around the room awkwardly, tears dripping down her face as she
struggled to keep ahead of the crop. “Again,” Kimberly said, “we want you all
stretched out.” The third time Kimberly stopped her and looked into her face.
“Who are you?” Kimberly asked into the tear and mucus, as she squatted before
the woman her pussy exposed at Sarah’s eye level.
“Slut?”
Sarah panted.
“Who’s are you Slut?”
“I’m
yours mistress.”
“Say
it this way slut. This slut is yours mistress.”
“This
slut is yours,” just flowed freely from Sarah’s mouth. Kimberly reached out
with a tissue and wiped her face.
“Blow,
I’m very proud of you Slut. Into the shower girl.” She
motioned then stopped her. “Wait, one last round I
think. Do you really belong to me slut?”
“Then
you will carry me on your back this time.”
“Buuuuttt,” Sarah started. Kimberly stroked the crop and
raised an eyebrow. “This Slut is dirty, covered in piss and sweat mistress.
Please mistress let this Slut wash first so she is worthy.” The pleading eyes
stared into Kimberly’s.
Kimberly
stroked her face gently then viscously dropped the crop again and again till
Sarah lay curled in a ball at her feet. “You never tell me how to use you Slut.
If I wanted you cleaned I would have had you washed. Now up and carry your
Mistress around the room on your worthless back.”
“Yes,
Mistress, yes, yes,” Sarah blathered as she struggled to her knees again.
Kimberly stepped over her and sat on her back. She set her crop filled hands on
Sarah’s shoulders and then lifted her feet.
The
trip was interrupted after just a few feet as Sarah collapsed. Kimberly
patiently cropped her till she was back on her knees. Kimberly realized she was
panting too as they worked their way around the room. Ride, crop, ride, crop finally they were back at the shower. Kimberly waited
as they moved nearer. Sarah glanced at the shower but didn’t stop. Kimberly
couldn’t help but smile. “Slut stop, let’s get you showered you smell like
pee.”
Kimberly
hung Sarah in the shower by her wrists, not a bit of fight from Sarah. She let
her toes touch the ground enjoying the slight struggle. It cause Sarah to reach
even further expending more energy, energy that needed to be exhausted before
she could be beat down and molded into a perfect slave.
The
water started cold, waking Sarah’s tortured body with a sudden burst. Slowly
Kimberly adjusted it to a comfortable warm. Sarah’s head leaned forward her
chin almost to her chest. Her body exhausted. Kimberly started murmuring as she
first washed Sarah’s hair.
“As
a slave it is important to never hide your beauty. You are to display yourself
to your best advantage for your master.” Kimberly washed her neck and
shoulders, up her arms, down in her arm pits. Bubbles dripped as she kept speaking.
“Beauty is not just on the outside but also inside, a truly submissive spirit
will cause you to radiate your beauty.”
Kimberly
added more soap and worked Sarah’s breasts in her hands. Kneading the flesh
lifting it then dropping it, she paid special attention to the abused nipples.
“You must express this beauty in every movement and thought.”
Sarah’s
stomach was washed and then her slit, her back stroked with Kimberly’s soap
filled hands. Kimberly repeated as she washed the woman again and again.
“Beauty is a state of mind.”
Standing
directly behind Sarah she used her body to work the soap over the wet woman. Her breasts grinding into Sarah’s welted skin, her hands dropping
between Sarah’s legs then back up to her breasts. “Expressing your beauty
in your movements and actions will let your master know you love him.” Kimberly
glanced up at the camera and stroked deeply between Sarah’s legs. “Let him know
your devotion, or hers.”
Each
little toe was washed as Kimberly sat before the struggling woman a foot in her
hand. She tickled, washed, rinsed, and repeated as she kept her voice
soothingly calm, repeating her teaching.
Kimberly
stood and looked over her slave. Sarah’s eyes glazed, her breath coming in
little pants. Again Kimberly reached out and teased her clit till she was
panting rapidly. Sarah’s legs tried to move together she slapped sharply
Sarah’s inner thigh. “No, slut, my will, not yours.”
“Yes
mistress,” Sarah murmured and Kimberly watched as Sarah pulled her legs as far
apart as she could.
“Oh Slut, good girl.” She reached in and stroked once fully then stood
pulling her hand away. “Girl it’s time you proved your love and obedience, you
notice I didn’t ask you to say it. Saying it would be empty without actions
first.” Kimberly fingered the big nipples dripping water from the shower. “You
are my slut, but I am someone else’s.”
“Hood, the man in the hood.” Sarah’s eyes looked frantically up, meeting
Kimberly’s.
Kimberly
pulled on Sarah’s nipples, “Yes, the man in the hood.”
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