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Test Me

By JF Harker



Copyright 2012 Dominant Other Press


All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. All sexual activities are performed between consenting adults.


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The mottled gray Berber carpet felt rough on the skin of Sarah's knees, but she didn't dare so much as shift her weight. She knelt perfectly skill, hands at her sides, spine straight, chin up, eyes locked onto a spot several feet in front of her. She felt particularly exposed in the short skirt and low-cut blouse she'd been told to wear, but the leather choker around her neck served as a constant reminder of both the support she'd had, and of the stakes involved.

The other woman, Angie, her Master's pet, paced around her restlessly, a riding crop in hand. It took all her willpower not to track the other girl's movement, knowing that she'd be chastised if she did, knowing that Angie was looking for an excuse to punish her, to hurt her, to make her look bad in front of Master. In a very real way her fate rested in this other woman's hands, and she'd seen well enough over the course of dinner that Angie already thought of her as unworthy. Somehow, she would have to earn her respect -- a gift that the other woman was reluctant to give.

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