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The Greatest Submission

Part 3

The Greatest Submission

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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3

 

Kimberly dropped the roll of duct tape in the little basket on the back of the big lumber cart. She turned the corner and had to pull back sharply to avoid a collision with the big man. “Women drivers,” he mumbled, she rolled her eyes and looked over the selection.

 

“Do you need a hand?” She turned and saw a young man smiling at her.

 

“Yes, I’m going to need to load 4 of these.” She pointed at the long chunky lumber.

 

“Corner posts for a privacy fence?” He asked watching her slip on the leather gloves.

 

She smiled and reached over taking an end of the beefy wood in her hands. “No, I’m outfitting a dungeon.” She could see him out of the corner of her eye. He stumbled but didn’t drop the wood.

 

“Ma’am did you say a dungeon?” he whispered.

 

Ummm, yes,” she answered steering him to place the wood on the cart.

 

“For…Who…What?” he asked as they reached for the second.

 

“For my Master’s pleasure,” she said shifting enough that he could see the collar around her neck again. He’d most likely thought it a leather choker. He almost lost it again but recovered.

 

M..as..t..er?”

 

Ummm, yes,” she said, looking up and smiling at him as they handled the third piece of wood.

 

Kimberly couldn’t help but giggle as she drove away from the lumber store. She’d had plenty of help loading the wood. Brian had called over three other guys and it had been done in 10 min.

 

 

Kimberly set the credit card down in front of her master as she knelt beside him. He reached out and took it from the table and glanced at her. “Does this mean what I think it does?” His hand moved out and he lifted her chin so he could gaze into her eyes.

 

“Yes sir. It’s all ready.”

 

“Well, nice, very nice.”

 

“Sir I was wondering if maybe we could christen it tonight?

 

“You and I, Kimberly?” he asked smiling tracing her lips with his finger.

 

“Well actually sir, I have a lunch date with Sarah.”

 

Kimberly enjoyed the sudden reaction that statement garnered.

 

 

Kimberly smoothed the tight short skirt as she stepped from the limo. “Charlie be there when I call.” She said feeling a little nervous.

 

The man nodded as he helped her step up the curb in front of the restaurant. “Yes ma’am, I won’t fail you.”

 

“I know Charlie, I’m just nervous.”

 

“Mr. Drake’s already paid me. I’ll be there.” She nodded and shifted her jacket. She wasn’t used to wearing so much clothing and it made her feel claustrophobic. The ring on her collar chose that moment to drop and she reached up fingering her symbol of slavery. Soon she would place an identical symbol around another woman’s neck, an unwilling woman. Kimberly trembled as the doorman opened the door for her.

 

Kimberly knew she looked good, she knew that every pore of her body exuded sex. She saw the heads turn as she walked down the aisle of tables. A reflection in a glass wall let her see what the others saw. A woman, a real woman one ready to be bent over a table and taken. Not that her clothes were slutty, they were not. It was just something about her lips, her walk, she dripped sex.

 

“Sarah Drake,” the woman said eyeing her scornfully.

 

“Kimberly Clark,” she reached out her hand and Sarah ignored it, not even standing. “May I sit?”

 

“Of course, you’re paying for the meal.”  

 

“Of course,” Kimberly was starting to loose some of her sympathy for this woman.

 

“I’ve looked over your paperwork and I don’t see that you have a leg to stand on.”

 

“I was told you were the best,” Kimberly spoke as she was seated by the waiter.

 

“Even I can’t perform miracles.” Sarah almost growled.

 

Kimberly sat quietly listening as Sarah Drake droned on about the lawsuit she had concocted. “I did bring the papers I told you I’d found. We could look at them after we finish…” Kimberly’s word cut off by the glare.

 

“I told you…” Sarah started.

 

“I just found them last night when I was finally able to get in the safe.”

 

“All right,” Sarah said with another glare.

 

“I left them in the limo.” Kimberly saw a little gleam in Sarah’s eyes.

 

 

Kimberly was so ready to scream that she kept tightly clenching her fist under the table. “If you’re ready?” Sarah said suddenly rising.

 

Kimberly wasn’t surprised when a waiter turned and pulled out her chair for her. She smiled up at him and he almost fell. She touched his arm, “Thank you,” steadying him.

 

Charles met them at the door to the limo. “Just drive us around the block Charles,” she said as she looked up at him. He nodded then waited to shut the door. “I don’t want to block the drive, we’ll just take a few turns around the block.” As Kimberly spoke she casually handed a folder to Sarah who was eyeing the inside of the limo.

 

“Nice,” Sarah said under her breath.

 

“I have a proposal I’d like to offer you.” Kimberly said pouring a glass of champagne into an expensive fluted glass.

 

Sarah took the glass after flipping the folder open. She took a sip then looked down. “Jason? What does he have to do with you?” Sarah’s tone changed and became even more brittle.

 

Kimberly took a sip of her champagne and motioned, Sarah took a larger sip. “I work for your husband, Mrs. Drake.”

 

Sarah flipped the paper and took another drink slowly then looked up her eyes wide. “This can’t be accurate. It says he owns you? You’re a slave?” Kimberly saw a flicker of fear but then it was overcome with anger and Sarah finished the glass and held it out for more. Kimberly filled it and then set the bottle down.

 

“Actually Mrs. Drake.” Kimberly leaned back in her seat. “Those are my slave papers you are looking at. I signed them one year ago.”

 

A strange sound escaped Sarah’s lips and she glared looking directly at Kimberly. She opened her mouth to speak then grabbed the seat’s edge, the folder fluttering to the floor at their feet. “I feel…”

 

“Drugged,” Kimberly said moving forward and reaching out taking Sarah’s shoulders in her hands as Sarah slowly slipped to the floor.

 


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