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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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He knew she was torn inside.
She would do anything for him, for he had trained her well. But this was not her cup of tea at all. She was a submissive. The year they had spent
together had been a perfect fit, his Dom to her sub, both drawing pleasure out
of the taking and surrendering of control.
For the most part she gave it willingly.
Now and then there were few things he asked of her that she balked
at. But this was something entirely
different.
“Do you understand what needs to be done?” he asked, sliding the
picture back in front of her on the table. She was washed and bathed now, all
fresh-smelling and largely recovered from her all-night session. She was still naked from her bath. She stared at the picture again and nodded.
“What needs to be done Kimberly?”
“She needs to be broken. Sarah.”
“That’s right. And who is
going to break her?”
“I am, Sir.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“By any means necessary, Sir.”
Her eyes were downcast. He could not tell if it was out of
discouragement or if she was just focusing on the picture of his wife. Sarah
Drake, attorney at law, 32 years old, all career and
no kids, good enough in bed but totally lacking interest in the things that
pleased him -- the things that filled his weekends with Kimberly. He had tried
to persuade her but she was past the point of even indulging him. Now every
time he brought it up she just blew him off.
Last week she’d gone past that however, when she challenged him, asking
why he needed scarves to turn him on when he had a hot wife most men would kill
for. Yes, Sarah made no bones about
referring to herself as hot, perhaps because she worked so hard at the gym to
keep herself hard and lean.
He worked in another town during the week, at his firm’s branch
office. That was where he’d met
Kimberly. They had an ideal relationship, and he wasn’t about to give it up,
and yet, he was struggling with giving up Sarah. If only she could be trained,
life would be a dream. The problem, of course, was that Sarah was not a
submissive, not in the least. After all the years of give and take between
them, he knew it would be impossible for him to do what needed to be done; he
could never get the psychological edge he needed because he’d given in to her
too many times. No, it had to be someone else that would train Sarah. Someone she didn’t know.
Someone who knew her though, which would
give that person the psychological edge. That someone was
Kimberly.
He threw another picture on the table in front of her.
“This is the house I’ve
rented. It is out in the boondocks, near
She gingerly moved Sarah’s picture aside and looked at the picture
of the house. He put a credit card on
the table next to it. “$30,000 limit and it’s all
there. Use it however you want to equip
your dungeon. As I’ve told you, Sarah is
going to be very difficult, so I suggest you get every tool and piece of
equipment you think you will need. Do
you understand?
“Yes, Sir.”
There was something in her tone, that for
the first time did not sound like discouragement. Was it a hint of resolve? She had never refused him anything. Resisted,
yes, but he had always been able to overcome that. It had taken him all night and some pretty
extreme methods, but it had worked – she was going to do this thing to please
him.
“Very good then,” he said, walking behind her to rub her bare
shoulders. She again was looking at
Sarah’s picture. “You know how important this is to me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Otherwise I wouldn’t have put you through what I put you through
last night.”
“I needed it, Sir. This is
difficult, what you’re asking of me.”
“I know,” he said, kissing her on the back of the neck. “And
that’s part of why it means so much to me.” She leaned back against him and he
wrapped his arms around her. “Do you think you can do it?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ve picked up a few things during the
last year with you. And besides, I know
some things that no woman likes. Not her, not me, no woman.”
“Excellent. I’ll be curious to see what some of those things are.”
Kimberly stared at the picture another beat and then turned it
face down on the table. “Any means necessary,” she said softly, “by any means
necessary.”
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