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330 lines
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SAVANNAH SUBMITS
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****This story contains dominance & submission, bondage,
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pain, love, fucking, and power. What else is there?
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The note she finds reads:
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Savannah my love,
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Tonight is the night. You will come to me as
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I desire, my beautiful slut, and you will obey
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without question. Get dressed in all of the items
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I've laid out on the bed. Be on your knees for me at
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the door when I arrive at 7 p.m..
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Your Master
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Savannah trembles as she reads the note. She loves
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this man as no other, and he has been patiently working
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her up toward this moment. He has correctly identified
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the true submissiveness of her soul, and has spent a
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great deal of time with her talking of his desires and
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his requirement that she will submit to him completely,
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that she will be owned by him, and exist to serve only
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him.
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She walks into the bedroom and gasps at what she
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sees. He has laid all of the items out in order for her,
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and there is no mistaking what she is to do. She checks
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the clock, and realizes she only has 45 minutes to get
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prepared for her Master. The first item is a beautiful
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pair of nipple clamps connected by a delicate silver
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chain. She blushes at the thought of putting these on
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herself. She decides to sit in front of her vanity
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mirror and watch as she does, always wondering if she can
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truly submit as he requires. Her nipples are hard at the
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thought of what is to come, and she grasps her left
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nipple with one hand, opening the silver clamp with the
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other hand. She gently lets it close around her large
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nipple, and moans slightly as it does, feeling the light
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pain, and feeling the sensation run directly from her
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nipple to her cunt. She pauses, and then clamps her
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right nipple. She gazes at herself in the mirror,
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brushing her long hair back to better see the beautiful
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chain draped between her breasts. She thinks her Master
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will be quite pleased with how slutty she looks, and she
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realizes the clamps are just tight enough that she will
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be able to bear the intensity for quite some time.
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Rising from her chair, she slips on the sheer white
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stockings he has chosen for her. They rise up high on
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her long slim legs, staying in place at the top of her
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thighs, so close to her dripping wet pussy. She slides
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on the white heels, glimpsing herself in the mirror in
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nothing but nipple clamps and stockings and heels. He
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will approve. She bears no resemblance to the respectable
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businesswoman she was an hour ago. She runs her hands down
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over her shapely hips, caressing the inside of her thighs,
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desperately needing to be touched and controlled. But she
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peeks at the clock again - 20 minutes to go. She picks up
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the tiny white leather sheath dress he has picked out for her,
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and wonders if it will even fit. But it slips perfectly over
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her body, and as she zips it up, the pressure of the
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leather on the nipple clamps is almost unbearable. The
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white leather barely covers the top of her stockings,
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making her feel completely bare and exposed.
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Her Master arrives promptly at 7 p.m. to find
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Savannah posed and breathless for him just inside the
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door, kneeling submissively on the soft carpeting. He
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can feel her excitement, but he can also feel her fear.
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He caresses her dark hair, patting her softly for her
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perfection in her preparation.
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"Spread your legs, Savannah,"
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She obeys immediately, feeling her wetness starting
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to drip down her thighs, feeling her nipples afire from
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the clamps. He reaches inside the leather dress and
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pulls out the silver chain, draping it over the front of
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the dress, making it completely accessible to him. He
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brushes her hair back off of her shoulders, and takes
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from his pocket a beautiful white woven collar. He
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fastens it around her slender neck, just tight enough so
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that she will always feel it.
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"You are now my property, my slut, and you will
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obey," he commands her softly. He attaches a short
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leather leash to the collar. She is both humiliated and
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impassioned at the same time by this act. He stands
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over her kneeling form, and offers her the single white
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rose he has brought to her, trailing it softly down over
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her lovely face, then tucking it into her thick dark
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hair.
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He leads her into the living room by her leash,
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pouring himself a glass of red wine. He feeds her the
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wine from his mouth, with a deep soulful kiss. As he
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sits in the armchair, she kneels perfectly by his side,
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shaking, starting to chatter out of nervousness.
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"No, Savannah, not another word out of you unless you
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are spoken to. Do you understand?"
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"Yes, Master," is all she can murmur.
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He reaches down and pulls on the chain to her
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clamps, savoring the moan this elicits from her as her
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nipples are stretched against the leather.
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"Lift your skirt up over your hips, slut."
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Savannah slides the tight leather up to her waist,
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and gasps as he roughly forces a finger deep into her
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cunt without warning.
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"You are such a slut, Savannah, you are soaking wet.
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You are so perfect for this position."
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He slides his finger into her mouth for her to clean
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off, and she licks and sucks on it greedily, cleaning
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every drop of her wetness from it.
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"Lie back and place your feet on either side of my
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legs," he says from above her. "I want to watch you
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finger-fuck yourself."
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She hesitates out of shyness, and he pulls on her
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leash sharply. "NOW, Savannah. Do as I tell you."
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"Yes, Master," she replies properly, lying back and
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spreading her legs widely, propping her heels up on
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either side of his chair. He sits back with his drink
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and watches his slut run her finger hesitantly down over
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her cunt, finding her clit, stroking gently.
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"More, my slut, show me what you've done so many
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times in your life when nobody's watching."
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She closes her eyes and tries to forget he's
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watching. Two fingers grasp her clit firmly, stroking in
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rhythm for her pleasure. She slides her fingers down to
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her cunt, keeping her thumb on her clit. "Shove your
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fingers in, slut," he commands, and she does, feeling her
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hips start to buck and gyrate, heading toward the release
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of orgasm.
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"Don't even think of coming without my permission,
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Savannah. You will never come again in your life without
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asking me first."
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He strokes her ankles and stockinged calves while
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she fingers herself, finally whispering to him, "May I
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please come for you, my Master?"
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"Yes, baby, you may," He watches as she writhes to
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her first orgasm of the night, and he pulls her legs
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closer to him as she comes, giving him a perfect view of
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his slut in ecstasy at his feet.
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After she relaxes for a minute, he removes her heels,
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and orders her to roll over on her stomach.
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"Spread your legs wide for me, slut."
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She rolls over, crying out at the pain of the nipple
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clamps pressed into the floor. He adds his weight on top
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of her back, running his hands through her hair, toying
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with her collar and leash, and then pulls her hands
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roughly over her head, tying them together with her
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leash. He moves down over her beautiful legs, tying each
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ankle to a chair leg. She's immobile, and she's suddenly
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scared again. His voice and his actions are so different
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tonight, so rough and so powerful. He lays his still
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clothed body back down on top of her, pressing the clamps
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into the rug.
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"Savannah," he whispers in her ear, "You are mine.
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Your body exists for my pleasure. I will love you or
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caress you or hurt you as I desire. You only have to
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obey. Do you belong to me, my slut?"
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"Yes, Master," she whispers in return, trying to
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turn her head to see into his eyes. She feels safer with
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him on top of her, and hopes he will stay right there and
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protect her.
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"I want you to lie here and feel these sensations
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for a while, Savannah, feel your submission, feel the
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pressure of the clamps, let yourself go completely to
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where you belong, under my power."
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He stands up and strides from the room, leaving her
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gasping for him on the floor.
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When he finally returns, she is in another space, no
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longer in control of anything, desiring only to have him
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back with her, to feel his touch upon her. "Oh god,
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Master..." she starts to moan, and he promptly smacks her
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ass with his hand. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to,
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slut."
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He kneels over her back, caressing her, reassuring
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her. He pulls her hips up into the air, and reaches
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underneath her to pinch the nipple clamps, listening to
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her rising moans. He asks her if she'd like him to
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remove them.
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"Oh god, yes, Master," she whispers.
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He quickly pulls them off both nipples before she is
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ready, and she screams loudly at the release and the
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intense pain.
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"Baby, I love the sound of you screaming," he tells
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her, smiling.
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He takes one of the clamps and inserts it into her
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pussy, clamping the other end of the chain to her labia.
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Each time she moves she can feel the clamp inside of her
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moving also.
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"Keep your ass in the air, slut, your ass needs to
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be ready for me."
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He spreads her cheeks, and lubricates a large
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plug. He starts slowly, inserting the tip as she writhes
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and loosens up bit by bit, and then he inserts it further
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into her tight ass. "Take a deep breath slut," he tell
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her, and he shoves the large plug in to the hilt, leaving
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only the base flush against her cheeks. She squirms with
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pain and with pleasure.
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"Lay back down flat again," he says, pushing her
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down. She lays with her ass plugged and her labia
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clamped and her hands leashed and her stockinged legs
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spread, and she now knows she is completely under her
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Master's control. This is total submission, which has
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always been both her desire and her fear.
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She hears the zipper of her dress come down, and
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it's off, and she is now bare for him. He stops and
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feeds her more wine from his mouth, and then runs his
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mouth down her neck and her back, licking and kissing and
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biting.
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"Savannah, ask me to use the riding crop on you.
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You need to be marked for your Master."
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"Oh god, no," she groans.
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He rotates the plug in her ass and pulls on her
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leash.
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"Slut, do you belong to me?"
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"Yes, Master," she groans, whimpering from the
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sensations.
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"Then ask. NOW."
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"Oh god, oh god.....Master....will you please use
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the riding crop on me?" she barely whispers.
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"Oh yes, baby, I will. I will do whatever I wish
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with your beautiful body."
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She feels him removing her white stockings, baring
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her legs to him. The anticipation is unbearable, and her
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mind starts to float away from her physical body, leaving
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her only with the desire to submit to him completely.
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Finally, she feels the leather from the black riding crop
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run slowly down her back, teasing her, warning her.
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The first stroke is gentle across her ass, as he
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stands over her with power and force. The next stroke is
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harder, and she moans, sure that he won't go very far
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with this. But he is on fire with his desire and
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domination of her. The strokes fall rapidly across her
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ass, from side to side, and he always pauses between
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strokes to hear her sighs and moans. When she's sure her
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ass can bear no more, he moves up to her back, and then
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down to her thighs, covering her body from top to bottom
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with his mark. She bites her lip to try and not cry out,
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but the pain is too intense, and her moans dissolve into
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screams, and then her screams dissolve into tears and
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crying, knowing this is what they both crave, her
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complete submission to him.
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When her tears are flowing freely, he stops. He
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removes the plug, picks her up and spreads her tender red
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cheeks and places the tip of his cock on her tight
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asshole. Leaning over her sore back, holding her hard by
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her hair and by her leash, he whispers, "Savannah, you
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belong to me. I claim you as my slave, my love, my
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submissive, my property." His cock enters her ass, just
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the tip, holding her hips in place. "Fuck my cock, my
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slut, let me feel you..." and she is out of control with
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desire, pushing back against him, taking his cock fully
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inside her ass, fucking him as he fucks her so hard,
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fucking as though nothing exists but her Master and his
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cock and her desire to serve him, fucking for his
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complete power. He collapses his weight on her tender
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back, but she doesn't care, he's fully on top of her,
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grinding her into the floor, owning her, loving her,
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coming deep inside her ass and filling her with his cum.
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He holds her there under him for a very long time,
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and when he releases all of her bonds and carries her
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gently to the bed, she can only whisper, "Thank you,
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Master", while he smiles at how surprised she'll be to
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find out what he has in store for her in the morning.
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