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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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Kimberly
knew the moment their eyes met that she had failed again. She looked up into
the camera then bowed her head in submission.
She
could still see Sarah even with her head bowed. Sarah slowly raised her hands
taking the crop from her mouth. “Are you serious Jason? You won’t intervene?”
Not
a word was spoken as Sarah slowly stood. Kimberly saw her struggle up. She
struggled to stay standing and moved forward. Her hand dropped to Kimberly’s
stomach to balance herself, then looked up into
Kimberly’s eyes. “Is he serious?” Her tone was hesitant.
“Yes,
Master never lies. I have failed him. You may do with me as you please.”
The
bite of the crop across her body made Kimberly jerk wildly. It was a vicious
uncaring stroke -- one her Master would never have delivered with out working
up to it sensually. She screamed, but cut it off swiftly. Her eyes dropped to
her stomach and she saw blood.
The
door opened and Master stepped to the door frame. “Bastard you lie, you’re
going to…” Sarah screamed running across the room away from him.
“I
promised Kimberly when I took her in that I would never make her bleed
purposely, unless we agreed beforehand.”
He
slowly walked forward and touched the stripe. He reached onto the cart and then
pressed a paper towel to it leaning in. He turned and walked across the room opened
a cupboard and moved back. “This will stop any infection but not deaden the
pain. Just don’t draw blood again.”
Sarah
shifted, “You’re going to let me beat her? But are you going to let me go when
I’m done?”
Kimberly
watched as her Master laughed. “Go? Slut.”
“Sarah,”
she stepped forward the crop raised.
“Slut
darling, you are Kimberly’s slut, her slave.”
“You
bastard, you can’t really think…” she stopped half the room away.
“Slut
I don’t just think I know. No matter what you do to Kimberly when I take her
down she will be your Mistress. She has failed and must suffer the
consequences. When you are done and admit it. I will take her to that cage over
there. Do you see anything different about it?”
Sarah
and Kimberly turned their heads, Kimberly knew, she’d bought it. The heavy
wooden cage with grate walls had a hole in the top that a head would fit
through. The corners had eye bolts for attachment to cuffs. Sarah didn’t speak.
“After
you’re done with what you feel she deserves I will cuff her ankles and wrists
to the top. I will have her lower her head into the hole and fit the top around
her neck. I will use a cane on her ass, thighs and feet. She will cry, she will
scream and when I feel she is thoroughly chastised I will release her and she
will drop to her knees and kiss my boots. She will thank me and express her
love for me. She will beg to sexually gratify me.”
Kimberly
watched as he leaned forward and kissed her lips. She pressed forward into him
kissing him passionately. She knew she would do anything for him, anything.
“No!”
Sarah screamed rushing forward. “No, get your hands off her you pervert. I
won’t let you do that to her. You made her torture me, you did it. Did you kidnap
her and force her to do this.” She stopped almost in striking range. “You made
her!” She raised the crop.
“No,”
Kimberly yelled. “I did it. I made him. I saw him, I approached him. I begged
him.”
“No,”
Sarah yelled and struck at Kimberly again. The crop falling
harshly across her breasts. Kimberly screamed as the rain of strokes
dropped on her. She lost her breath and knew she would faint soon.
Sarah
watched her pass out, then dropped the crop to the ground and turned as Jason
reached for her. He pulled her in and stroked her hair. “Has she been punished
enough Slut?”
Sarah
tried to shove away from his warmth but she was too tired, physically and
emotionally. She couldn’t, some how he was so comforting, she started to cry.
“Jason, how could you do this to me? I thought you loved me.”
“I
do it because I do love you Slut. I love you enough that I want the best for
you.”
She
shoved, he held. “Are you done with Kimberly?”
“Done?”
she said swiping at her wet cheeks.
“Yes
Kimberly, has she been punished enough?”
“I’m
done, I hate her, I’ll always hate her.”
“We’ll
see Slut, we’ll see.”
Jason
walked slowly supporting his wife, he held her face
against his chest as he pulled the pin for the cage and swiftly shoved her in.
She screamed in anger but the exhaustion was becoming too much for her to fight
effectively.
Jason
walked over and looked Kimberly over carefully. She was going to be very sore
tomorrow. He would need to make sure she didn’t stiffen up. Jason turned and
gathered supplies using the rolling table. He walked back to Kimberly and
stroked her hair.
“Kimberly,”
he said brushed her hair back till he trapped it all in a pony tail. He took
the time to braid a leather thong into it. He lifted the warm cloth and washed
her face. “Well, this will wake you.” He reached and snagged the bottle of
antiseptic spray. He carefully covered her entire body. She woke screaming and
writhing in her bonds. She arched her body sucking in air till she regained
control.
“Master?”
She spoke softly, “Is she all right?”
He
stroked her face smiling, “Fine, I’ve just put her in a spot for lessons.”
“Forgive
me Master.” She started to cry again. “I’ve failed you.”
Jason
nodded, “Yes you have Kimberly, and you heard the punishment for your failure.”
She
sobbed looking down, “I deserve more,” escaped her lips as tears feel down her
face.
Jason
reached up and freed her each of her wrists, he held her tightly to his body.
Her legs refused to support her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes
sir, if you’ll just help me sir?”
Jason
stopped near the cage noting Sarah watching as she lay curled up tightly.
“Kimberly, your attitude never ceases to please me. Yes you failed, yes I am
going to punish you but still you keep your training. You make me very proud.
Not of your failure, but of your love for your master.”
Kimberly
slowly pushed herself away. He saw she was blushing. He felt very proud of her.
She turned and used the cage grating to crawl up on top of the heavy wooden
cage. She set her legs against the restraints, then her wrists before she
slowly painfully lowered her head into the hole.
Sarah
lay shocked at what she was seeing and hearing. “Why are you doing this?” She
asked looking up into Kimberly’s face. “Why are you letting him do this to
you?” She asked again as she heard Jason shifting and moving chain.
“My pretty little sluts. I’ve decided that for this punishment to be truly
appreciated it should be done later. Sweet dreams.” He swatted Kimberly’s ass,
waved at Sarah and turned and walked out of the room. The lights went off.
Kimberly
couldn’t help it she started crying a soft gentle crying one that was from her
heart.
“Are
you in pain?” Sarah asked sharply.
Kimberly
shook her head feeling the restraint around her neck, then realized Sarah could
not see her.
“No,
I’m not in much discomfort. I’m appalled that I failed Master.”
“Jason!,” Sarah stuttered. “is an animal,
a, a …”
“No
he is a good Master, you don’t understand yet.”
“You’re
just a simpleton.” Sarah said, but without much strength.
“Sleep,”
Kimberly whispered gently, “Tomorrow will be long and hard. You and I will need
all our strength.”
“How
can you speak so calmly about this? We are locked in a cage naked fool!”
Kimberly
chuckled, “You’ll understand, the first time you kneel before him because you
can’t help yourself, when he reaches out and strokes your hair. When he tells
you he is proud of you.”
Sarah
growled, “Never.”
“Sarah?”
“What,”
was the sharp retort.
“Sarah
did you lie to me?”
“What,”
she asked anger still in her voice.
“When you said ‘Because I don't want to let you down
again.’ Were you lying?”
Kimberly
heard Sarah sputter, she felt her shift in the small
space. “It wasn’t fair,” she heard whispered quietly. “It just wasn’t fair.”
“Did
you lie to me?” Kimberly asked again.
“It
was Jason, I just can’t.” Kimberly heard a little sob, “not Jason.”
“Why Sarah, why not your husband? You were going to give yourself to another man?”
“He
has no right,” Sarah hissed then sobbed again. “I thought he…I’d gotten used to
the idea that he…No! This is not right. I’ll sue his pants off when I get out
of here.”
“Sarah,
you won’t.” Kimberly answered quietly then shut her eyes and tried to get into a
position she could relax in.
Kimberly
woke at the soft movement of the door. She knew that to be caught unprepared
was not acceptable. She knew by the stiffness in her body that she had not
slept for more than an hour. She felt a hand on her bottom a shifting of her
legs a pressure. “Pee,” was spoken quietly.
Without
shame she released the fluids in her and heard them filling a container. She
finished and felt him wipe her with a wet cloth. A moment later she felt a hand
rest on her bottom then the cold length of the rod. She forced herself to
relax, to accept what she deserved. There was no warning this morning, no
building of pain. She lost control after she regained her breath after the
first stoke. The scream woke Sarah below her.
Kimberly saw the terror on the woman’s face but could speak no comfort.
“No!”
Sarah said, then screamed sitting.
The
next blow landed before Kimberly could speak out a count. Again and again down
her tortured body they fell. She thrashed, unable to be still.
“No,”
Sarah yelled kneeling reaching up, grasping Kimberly’s head pressing her cheek
against hers. “No more,” she screamed again.
The
blows continued and Sarah became frantic. “Jason stop it, no more, you can’t do
this…”
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