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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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1
Kimberly looked at the picture she knelt before. The woman was
beautiful.
“Kimberly.”
“Please sir,” she sobbed, “please sir.”
She screamed as the hood dropped over her face.
Kimberly lay on her side, her legs pulled up, her arms tied
tightly behind her. She tried to roll a bit but having her elbows pulled
together made it hard. She sobbed into the mask covering her face. She could
feel the moisture on her face, sweat, tears, and mucus from her running nose.
He’d never zipped her mouth shut in the mask before. Today he’d worked the big
red ball in then pulled the mask down the rest of the way. She couldn’t help it
she sobbed again. The noise was moist and disgusting she couldn’t imagine what
she looked like huddled in the corner of the dungeon.
I can’t, she thought, I can’t, but I must. “Kimberly,” she turned
her hooded face toward him. He was over her. She hadn’t even heard his
footsteps. “I imagine it’s been a long night girl.” She felt his hand on her
shoulder. She moaned, every part of her ached. “Are
you ready to be obedient girl?”
Kimberly tried to nod but she could only lower her chin deeper
into her chest ashamed. “Girl you have never given me this much trouble.” His
voice was calm, no anger apparent. “Then let’s find a way to persuade you to
change your willful attitude to one of obedience.”
Kimberly screamed into the gag, as he lifted her to her feet, her
naked body shivering from the contact with the tile floor of the shower. The
pins and needles overwhelming as her arms popped free of the long sleeve she’d
worn for the night. She reeled, only his strong hands kept her from falling.
“Kimberly, it doesn’t have to be this way,” he said as he massaged
her arms and shoulders. “The moment you choose to obey me the hood comes off
and I’ll put you in a hot bubble bath. I’ll wash your hair girl and make you
feel wonderful.”
She couldn’t help it the sobbing started again and she struggled
to breathe. He held her for a time then slowly lifted her aching arms. She
could feel the cuffs being snapped into place. Her feet planted firmly on the
ground he slowly let her go. The chains stopped her from hitting the floor her
arms jerked as her weight left his arms. She screamed into the gag again. She
could feel the slobber escaping her mouth, dripping down her neck under the
mask. She shook her head violently. She would not do it. She heard the winch
engage.
“No,” she screamed into the gag unheard by her master.
Her feet left the floor. She hung limply unable even to struggle.
Her naked flesh completely exposed, chilled, her body temperature dropping and
involuntary shivers running through her body. His hand ran over her back after
an eternity of waiting. She felt him press the rod against her back. She shook
her head, “No,” wasn’t understandable but clear in her body language.
Stroke after stroke dropped down her back, over her trembling
buttocks, down her legs. He stopped, she felt his body
press into her throbbing back. His breath touched her neck, her ear, he was
breathing hard. “A disobedient sub is a humiliation to her master.” The words
tore at her heart. She was over come, she nodded, once
then again and again. She would do anything, anything for him.
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