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