The Greatest Submission

The Greatest Submission

Written by Hawk_Fann and Sbbe, his Slave

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WARNING!  THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC BDSM FICTION.  

 

IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE.  

 

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 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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"Poor choice, Slut." Kimberly said, wrapping her arm around Sarah's neck from behind.  Instinctively, Sarah tried to spin around, for the moment forgetting about the man in the mask.  Kimberly had position, though, and was able to sweep one of Sarah's long legs out from under her.  The two of them fell to the floor with a thud, Kimberly on top of her slave, the air emptying from the slave's lungs with a whoosh.  As Sarah struggled to regain her wind, Kimberly gave her a series of slaps to the face, temporarily stunning her, then quickly moved down and fastened her ankle cuffs together. 

 

With some effort, she dragged the gasping slave across the floor and rolled her over on to her stomach.  Sarah tried to fight, but with the wind knocked out of her and unable to get any leverage with her legs, it was half-hearted at best.

 

“Don't make this worse than it has to be, slut," Kimberly said, pulling Sarah's arms behind her back. She tied each wrist to the opposite elbow, then stood up to catch her breath.  For effect, she placed her bare foot in the small of Sarah's back, holding her down, posing like a big game hunter who'd just bagged a tiger.  Sarah didn't move much, not that she could have if she tried. Kimberly watched as her master smiled behind the leather mask and went back into the room shutting the door.

 

"You really should not have tried to escape, slut. Now you've forced me to show you what happens to slaves who try to get away."  Kimberley dug her heel

into Sarah's back harder, eliciting a grunt.  "This will take a few minutes, so I suggest you relax and gather your strength.   You'll need it."

 

 

Twenty minutes later, Kimberley stood over Sarah, taking one last look at the set-up.  Everything looked to be in order.  Sarah was still on the floor, her

feet attached to a spreader bar.  Her arms were still bound behind her, wrists to elbows, but Kimberley had braided her hair and tied the braid with a rope that went down to her bound arms, bowing her body backwards and pulling her head and neck back as well.  A metal clamp was attached to each nipple, and to each clamp, an 18 inch chain.  Her mouth was filled with the bright red ball gag.  Kimberley squatted in front of Sarah so she could look her in the eyes.

 

"All ready to go slut?"  she said.  Kimberley grunted, trying to free herself from this painful position. What few manners she seemed to have gained over the course of the last few hours had evaporated with the failed escape.  Kimberley knew that the manners had just been feigned, a means to an end.  Her task was to teach genuine obedience.  Hopefully, the next half hour (or however long it took) would go a long ways towards that.

 

Kimberley pressed the button and the electric winch began to whir, taking up the slack from the chains that led from either end of the spreader bar.  When

the slack was gone, the bar began to raise, first lifting Sarah's ankles and calves, then thighs and hips, and so on until she was suspended upside down.

 

Because of the way she was bowed, her back arched and shoulders and head thrown backward, her face was left parallel with the floor.  Her big breasts hung down, the chains from her nipples hanging down to where they just touched a metal plate on the floor. 

 

Kimberly bent down and checked the wire that was attached to the edge of the metal plate.  As much as they could, Sarah's eyes followed the wire, which led to a box on the rolling table, just a few feet away.  The box had knobs and dials.  Satisfied that everything was ready to go, Kimberly went to the box and flipped a switch.  A low hum filled the room.

 

Sarah jerked in surprise as the electricity hit the plate and traveled up the nipple chains to her tits. It wasn't a violent jerk; the box was still set on low.

 

"Feel that, do you slut?" Kimberly said.  "This is a good teaching moment.  You need to understand that I control everything about your existence.  You are my toy, here for nothing more than my amusement."  She turned the knob up to 2 and the hum became louder. Sarah grunted through the gag.  Only that? 

 

"Dance, Slut" Kimberly said, turning the knob to 5. The hum got much louder and Sarah squealed through the gag, her body jerking to avoid the current.  By bowing her back further and pulling with her legs and hips, she could raise herself just enough to lift the chains off the metal surface, but it was an incredible strain.  Kimberly watched, controlling the desire to soften her actions.

 

Sarah held herself up with all her might, huffing and puffing through her nose.  After about 30 seconds her body gave in and she had to relax the strain.  The chains hit the plate again, sending another jolt through her body.  She bounced, thrashed, grunting and squealing as she tried to avoid the shocks, only to raise herself up again, with great effort. Kimberly stiffened her back determined to bring this woman around to please her master.

 

"Now if you didn't have a ball gag in your mouth, you could beg for mercy, slave.  But unfortunately, that is not your current situation.  I will only allow you to beg for mercy when I feel you've endured enough to earn that right."

 

Sarah was making noises through her gag as if trying to say something. Kimberly sensed she had her right where she wanted.  The slut would say anything to be let down.  Sarah's body gave in again and dropped, her big breasts swinging down and the chains hitting the metal sheet.  She jerked up again almost immediately, the strain getting worse with each try.

 

"You'll hold it right there, bitch, until I say." Kimberly instructed.  "And just to make sure, I'm turning this thing up to 10.  There, now if you let yourself down before I give you permission, the shock that hits those nice big tits of yours is going to send you right to the moon.  Got that bitch?"

 

Sarah was responding as best she could, mewing through the gag, enthusiastically.  Kimberly hated the noise but refused to give in, it was a new one, one full of desperation. Sarah's body started to fail again, sagging, letting the chains get dangerously close to the metal.

 

"Ah ah ah," Kimberly said, squatting on the floor so her face was only a few inches from Sarah's.  Sarah's face was beet red and sweaty, and there were veins popping out on her temples.  "Not until I say slut."

 

It was asking too much, but to please Master she would move heaven and earth, even if that meant asking too much of Sarah. Sarah's body gave in again and this time the chains hit the metal.  Her body jerked like a rag doll, the noises coming through the gag so loud that for a second Kimberly thought it had come loose.  Jerking this way and that, the nipple chains hit the metal again and again, sending new waves of shock through Sarah's body. Completely out of control of her body functions, Sarah pissed herself, the urine coming out of her in a stream and running down her back and front.  At this, Kimberly finally turned the knob back down to 1. It took a minute for Sarah to realize that the current had been reduced, and gradually she settled in, sucking air in hard through her nose. She was crying. 

 

"Blow Slut," Kimberly said, holding a Kleenex to her nose. "I can't have you suffocating on your own mucus.  Sarah complied.  Streams of piss covered her body.  "You're a mess, slut.  Look at you, all covered in piss." 

 

Kimberly squatted down and held Sarah's head up by the hair so she could look her in the eyes.  "Now I'm going to take out your gag so that we can have a little begging lesson.  When I take it out, the first thing you will say is 'This cunt is sorry for pissing herself, ma'am.'  Do you understand?”  Sarah's eyes said she did.  Kimberly unbuckled the gag and removed it.  Sarah gasped for air, filling her lungs.

 

"Say it bitch."

 

"T-this cunt is sorry for pissing h-hherself, ma'am."

 

Kimberly held her barefoot in front of Sarah's mouth.

 

"Ask permission."

 

"P-permission?"

 

Kimberly slapped Sarah's breasts with her foot and then held it in front of her mouth again.  "You better start figuring out who you are and who I am, slave."

 

"M-may I, may I kiss your foot?"

 

"How do you address me?"

 

"Ma'am."

 

"Better.  Now altogether."

 

"May I kiss your foot ma'am?"

 

"Yes, slut. You will kiss my foot once, and each toe once."

 

Kimberly kissed her instep, then kissed each toe one by one.  "N-now will you let me down please?  I mean, ma'am?"

 

"Tsk tsk. You never, EVER asked to be relieved of a punishment.  I will tell you when you've had enough. Besides, this took a lot of time and effort to set up, so I think we better use this opportunity to work on your begging skills.

 

"No, please!"

 

"SILENCE!"

 

"B-but I kissed your foot."

 

"You don't get it slut.  That was a reward, not a punishment."  Kimberly moved back to the dial.  "Now this," she said, "is what I call a punishment."