BDSM Library - Story: The Greatest Submission, Chapter: Part 11

The Greatest Submission

Written by Hawk_Fann and Sbbe, his Slave

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"B-but, who? You're not goinng to -" Sarah sputtered. Ignoring her protests, Kimberly pinched harder on her nipples, making her wince and shut her mouth.

"He owns me, the way I own you. Think of it like a corporate structure, slut, that's something you know about, right? Where do you think you are on the food chain?"

"On the bottom?" Kimberly pinched with all her might, causing Sarah to gasp in pain and realize her mistake. "On the bottom ma'am."

"Good," Kimberly said, releasing some of the pressure on her nipples. "Now say, 'This cunt is on the bottom of the food chain, ma'am.'"

Sarah repeated the words without hesitation. Kimberly studied her for a moment. "I think you are ready to be presented. I have trained you at my Master's request. Now it is time for you to show him what a good little slut you are."

"W-what do I have to do?" Sarah asked nervously, as Kimberly undid her wrists, letting her down off her tiptoes.

"First you have to crawl over there," Kimberly said, indicating. Sarah got down on all fours and began to crawl until she reached the center of the room. She stopped on Kimberly's command. "Kneel." Sarah got up off her hands and kneeled, arms at her side. "Hands behind your head." She did this too, clasping her fingers. Good slut," Kimberly said, walking around her to check her posture. She still held the crop in her hand but saw no reason to use it.

She had done it, she thought. She had trained this bitch. She did not draw any particular thrill out of the control she held over the slave; her thrill came from the fact that she knew that Master would be pleased with her. "Don't move"

Kimberly left her and returned to the observation room, where Master was sitting back in the easy chair enjoying a martini.

"Looks like you've made some progress, Kimberly."

She knelt at his feet and put her cheek against his thigh. "Are you pleased, Master."

"Of course," he said, stroking her hair. "Overcoming your own submissive nature in order to do this task for me is the greatest submission I could ever ask of you." He lifted her chin with his finger and looked her in the eyes. "I'm very proud of you."

Tears of joy filled her eyes as relief flooded through her. She had been so afraid that she would not be able to do what had been asked of her. The

possibility of failure, the resulting shame, that terrified her more than any punishment Master could come up with.

"Come here," Master said, patting his lap. Kimberly rose and sat on his leg, her arms around his neck, his arms around the small of her back. He kissed her on each nipple, then tenderly on the mouth. He then looked through the glass at the slave, still kneeling in the center of the dungeon with her hands behind her head.

"So what happens now?" Master said.

"I think she is ready, Sir. Permission to present her to you?"

"If you're sure she's ready."

"She'll do whatever I say."

"Show me," he said, "but only if you're sure."

A moment later Jason was sitting on a chair about ten feet behind Sarah, who was still kneeling in her presentation position. She had not turned her head. Jason was wearing the mask. Kimberly walked in front of Sarah, crop in hand.

"All fours," she said, simply, and Sarah dropped to all fours. "Turn around." Sarah did so and saw the masked man. She began to tremble. "Crawl." Sarah did so, slowly. Too slowly, Kimberly thought, smacking her on the ass with the crop.

Master did not like hesitation. Sarah moved faster, until she was practically between Jason's spread legs. She stopped and waited for further instruction, still trembling.

"Bow," Kimberly said. Sarah got down further and placed her head on the floor. "Kiss his boot." Sarah touched her lips to the boot and placed her head back on the floor.

"You call that a kiss?" Startled by Kimberly's severe tone, Sarah began kissing the boot all over and licking it with her tongue, until Kimberly finally said "Enough."

This was going well, Kimberly thought. "Now kneel."

Sarah got back up on her knees.

"Undo his pants." Hands shaking, Sarah undid Jason's belt and unzipped his jeans. He shifted for her and she took down his pants and saw his bulging cock.

"Now use that little tongue of yours, like you know how, slut." Sarah bent down and began to lick his cock all over.

Kimberly couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy, but she showed nothing, ashamed of the fact that she would put her own feelings before her Master's pleasure. And from the looks of it, he was getting a lot of pleasure out of this. Clearly more comfortable sucking cock than eating pussy, Sarah now had his cock in her mouth and was going up and down on it, picking up the pace.

Master was moaning, his hands dropping firmly to his wife’s damp hair, his fingers gripping. Kimberly’s fingers slid down her body slowly, catching a nipple teasing it a moment. Master’s eyes caught hers and his deep gaze sent a shiver through her. She heard the music and rocked to it. He smiled pulling Sarah in a deep thrust, gagging her a moment then letting her move to a shallow pattern again.

Kimberly slowly raised her arms letting her fingers trace up her body. Slow movements started as she found the spot in her Master’s eyes. Right foot, left shifted, she twirled slowly, arching her back, letting her hair drop and spin. Her eyes found his again. Arms up high snaking, fingers flexing, Kimberly used every joint, every movement to bring him the pleasure she desired to bestow as her gift to him. She worked his body just as successfully from a distance as Sarah did between his legs. His hooded head thrusting back, his hips rocking, his cock pushing back deep into Sarah's throat. His moans filling the air as he cam violently.

How I wish he were coming in my mouth, Kimberly thought. When it looked like Jason had caught his breath, Kimberly gave another order. "Good slut. Stay where you are, but resume presentation position."

Sarah was learning, she knelt straight up and clasped her hands behind her head. An uneasy silence filled the room as Jason reached for the hood. Slowly he rolled it off his head, revealing his face. For a moment, time stood still, everything and everyone in freeze frame. Sarah's eyes bugging out of her head.

"JASON? WW-Whhat the fuck?" And just like that she was up on her feet, spitting in anger. "Who, what -" she was so furious the words wouldn't come. Gone was the slave girl. She whirled and looked at Kimberly, then back at Jason. "What the fuck is going on here?” Jason sat still, his face impassive. "You let her - you fucking let her do that to me? I'll fucking kill you," she said lunging at him.

Kimberly dove after her, tackling her before she could get to Jason. She wrestled Sarah down to the floor and tried to get her in a headlock but it was hard. The woman was so fueled by anger and humiliation that the adrenaline was pumping through her. She flailed out, catching Kimberly with an elbow in the nose, drawing blood. Kimberly felt anger taking over for panic, angry at what Sarah had said to Master and tried to do to him, and angry at getting popped in the nose. Using some of her own adrenaline, she flipped Sarah down onto the floor hard. Sarah's head bounced off the concrete, stunning her.

Taking advantage of the moment. Kimberly scrambled to the rolling cart and found a pair of handcuffs and used them to secure Sarah's wrists behind her back. Sarah tried to get up, but Kimberly quickly cuffed her ankles with a second set. Then she collapsed on the floor, exhausted from the struggle. For a minute, the only sound in the room was the sound of breathing from the two women.

Slowly, Jason stood up and walked over to Kimberly.

He stared down at her, saying nothing. Tears were in her eyes. She got to her knees. "Master, I-I'm so sorry, I thought -"

"You thought wrong, obviously."

"I didn't think -"

"No, you didn't." Silence filled the room again as Kimberly bowed her head, her tears dripping onto the floor. She didn't even bother to wipe the blood from her nose. She had never been so ashamed.

"Do not come to me again until you can show me some real results," Jason said tersely, then walked back to the observation room, closing the door behind him.

Oh shit, oh shit, Kimberly thought, I've failed him.

Sarah began to move a bit, which drew her attention. Her shame began to turn to rage and purpose.

Five minutes later Kimberly stood over Sarah, who was attached to a rack she had ordered custom built. It was a large wooden affair, with a flat top and eyebolts on one end. Sarah's ankle cuffs were chained to the eyebolts, her wrists attached to chains that came together and were attached to a winch at the head of the table. The ballgag was back in her mouth. Kimberly cranked the winch, which made a metallic click with each revolution. Slowly the chains grew tauter, stretching Sarah until her big breasts rose and her tummy hollowed, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out over her magnificent body.

"MMMM, HMMM MMMM," Sarah attempted through the gag, shaking her head.

"What's that, not tight enough?" Kimberly said, giving the crank another turn. The winch clicked and Sarah's eyes went wide. Kimberly took a quarter and bounced it off her prisoner's belly. "Oh, I think we can go tighter, don't you?"

"HHHM MMMMM, HMMM MMM," Sarah pleaded, her eyes wide.

Kimberly turned the winch again - CLICK - then once again – CLICK, “for good measure.” Sarah was struggling to breathe through her nose, and Kimberly knew that the strain was making it difficult for her to breath. She bounced the quarter off her tight belly and watched it bounce into the air. "There. Now I think we're good."

Sarah mewed through the gag as Kimberly went about the rest of her preparations, talking as she went.

"I can't begin to tell me how angry I am with you, slut. You see, I live to please my master. It was he who told me to train you and I failed. Any slave who fails like I did with you is a humiliation to herself and to Master. I will NOT be humiliated like that again."

Kimberly attached an alligator clip to each nipple. Each of the clips had a wire that ran to the shock box, which sat on the rolling cart.

"HMMMMM MMMM" Sarah frantically attempted to avoid the clips but she was stretched so tightly she could not move. She winced as the clips bit into her soft nipples.

"Electricity seemed to work pretty well last time, so let's give it another try, shall we?" Kimberly said. "Only this time, let's make it a bit more interesting. She held up two steel probes, each with wires leading to the shock box. Sarah instantly realized what they were for and groaned into her gag, tears welling in her eyes.

Angry as she was at Sarah, Kimberly was not without compassion. No woman should have to endure this. But those feelings took a backseat to pleasing her Master, and she was determined not to let him down this time. She lubed the probes and inserted one in Kimberly's pussy and one in her ass. Now she was ready to go.

Over the course of the next hour, Kimberly worked the controls, shocking Sarah alternately in the nipple, pussy and ass. She tried various combinations and various strengths, shocking Sarah until she was beyond protest, beyond any reaction for that matter. When her eyes got glassy and she was reduced to a simple groan unrelated to the strength of the shocks, Kimberly tuned the unit off. She eased the winch back a few notches, making it easier for Sarah to breathe.

"If you think I enjoy doing this to you, slut, you're wrong," Kimberly said. "You will make both of our lives much easier if you just accept things. Do you understand?"

Exhausted, Sarah nodded her head. Kimberly took out the ball gag and Sarah gasped air in. "T-t-tell me," she panted, "how to please you, ma'am."

"I have to be able to trust you, slut. I can not risk taking you back before my Master unless I am convinced that you will do as commanded."

"I'll do anything."

"Yes, you'll do anything, simply because you're afraid of this," Kimberly said, tapping the shock box.

"No," Sarah said. "I'll do anything because I understand now."

"You know how you know when a lawyer lies?" Kimberly asked. "You can see her lips moving."

"H-how can this cunt prove herself to you ma'am."

Kimberly studied Sarah's face. There was something different in her eyes, something different than before even, when she thought she had her trained but turned out to be wrong. Maybe, just maybe...

"Be a dog."

"I don't understand ma'am?"

"How does a doggie go, slut?"

"Woof woof."

"And a cat?" Kimberly asked, running a crop over Sarah's belly.

"Meow Meow."

"And how about a sheep? Be a sheep for me, slut."

"Baaa, Baaa."

"Pig."

"Oink, oink, oink."

Kimberly went on for a few minutes, making Sarah make every animal sound she could think of. Sarah never once hesitated, never questioned.

"Tell me what you think I should do to you next," Kimberly asked.

"Ma'am this cunt deserves any punishment you deem necessary."

"I think you've been punished enough, slut. Tell me why I should trust you. Tell me why you're ready for me to show to my Master."

"Because I don't want to let you down again."

Kimberly stared down at Sarah, then unchained her wrists. Sarah pulled her arms down and winced as she tried to get some range of motion back in her

shoulders. Kimberly undid the ankle chains as well. "Permission to sit up, ma'am?"

"Yes." Sarah sat up on the edge of the rack for a moment, then without another word got down on her knees on the floor and clasped her hands behind her head. She leaned over to the cart and took the crop in her teeth and looked up at Kimberly. Kimberly looked at her and realized no further beating was necessary.

"Crawl" she said, pointing at the center of the room.

"Let's try this again." When Sarah was kneeling in the center of the dungeon again, Kimberly nervously walked back to the observation room.

"Permission to enter, Master?" she asked, sheepishly.

"Come in," he said quietly. She did so, and knelt at his feet.

"Sir, may I have permission to present the slut again to you."

He considered the request, stroking his chin. "Why should I grant you this permission?"

"Sir, please give me another opportunity. I'm so sorry for my failure and this slave wants to make it up to you more than anything in the world."

"And what makes you think you've succeeded?"

"I just know, Sir."

"That's remarkably confident of you, given your utter failure last time."

"Sir, please give me a chance."

"How sure are you?"

"Sir?"

"How sure are you you're right this time? That she'll do as you say?"

"Sir, you commanded me not to return until I was sure. You know I would never disobey you."

"I want you to show me how sure you are."

"Sir?"

"Come with me," he said, rising. She followed him into the dungeon. "Over there," he pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of Sarah, who was still kneeling with the crop in her mouth. "You say you're sure this slut is trained?"

"Yes, Sir."

"This slut you've whipped and tortured and humiliated over the last 24 hours?"

"Yes, Sir."

"This slut who you made suck her own butt plug clean, she will do as you say."

"Yes, Sir" Kimberly said, trying not to let it show that her confidence was flagging.

"And you're sure of this."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Then cuff yourself."

"Sir?" Kimberly asked, bewildered. Master handed her a cuff for each wrist and ankle. She put them on without thinking, but recognizing the fear of uncertainty rising within her. Sarah remained kneeling, staring straight ahead, at Kimberly, the crop still between her teeth.

"Reach up," Master said, and Kimberly did so.

"M-master please," she said, as he fastened her wrist cuffs to the chains that led to the beam.

"You said she would do as you say, Kimberly, so there should be nothing for you to be afraid of, right?'

He kneeled down and spread her legs and attached her ankle cuffs to the ringbolts in the floor, then hit the electric winch so that the beam raise, taking her arms with it and stretching it tight.

"Please Master," she begged him, "Don't leave me like this."

"If you have done your job right, this should not be a problem." He glanced at Sarah, who still had not moved nor changed expression.

"What happens next is between the two of you," Master said. "I will not intervene."

"Master," Kimberly pleaded.

"I think you will know very soon whether you did your job adequately this time, Kimberly," Master said. With that, he returned to the observation room and closed the door behind him. This could not be happening, Kimberly, thought, her breath quickening. How could he leave her like this?

And then her eyes met Sarah's.....