by Red Phoenix
She watched, fascinated by the Kinbaku feel of it. He tied the cord off at her elbow, leaving the ends to hang like a fringe. He leaned in and said, for her ears only, “A warrior’s cuff.”
Her interest was piqued as he raised her arm again. The vibrant shade of red radiated power and his words infused her with a sense of courage and purpose. She smiled at Sir in the reflection, suddenly feeling worthy of this public display.
One of her Master’s hands glided over her stomach, then moved between her thighs, while the other captured her breast. She gasped as his fingers slid into her moist depths. She glanced at the mirror again. It was a visual representation of their relationship. He the masterful, confident Dominant and she the powerful, yet wholly devoted sub.
“Lie facedown on the table, arms and legs outstretched,” he commanded quietly.
Brie slid onto the table with catlike grace and laid herself out for him. Sir took his time as he removed her shoes, stockings and garters. His movements were sensual and confident, making her wet with anticipation.
She was startled to hear the sound of chains as Sir pulled up a cuff from underneath the table. It was attached to the leg. He secured her wrist, glancing at her briefly with a smirk. He continued until she was completely chained to the table.
So far he had done nothing more than undress her and bind her, but she was already quivering with need. It would not take much to set her body humming.
Sir nodded and a servant handed him a large swab and container. Brie glanced to the right and saw another servant standing with an extinguisher held elegantly in his hands. So it’s to be fire play tonight. No wonder Sir had insisted she put her hair up.
The servant lit the swab and stepped back just before the lights lowered. The room was completely silent. There was no accompanying music for the scene. Brie found it made for a more intimate connection with the audience. Every movement of Sir’s, every gasp from her lips was heard by their observers.
And Brie did gasp when she felt the cool alcohol coat her skin. Sir began with her back, making simple designs, lighting them on fire before he swept them out with his hand. He moved down her legs and even lit the soles of her feet, making her yelp when heat from the flames licked the sensitive areas.
As with the undressing, Sir took his time, building anticipation for both Brie and the audience. She noticed that Sir let the flames burn longer as he advanced in the scene. It required more of her concentration, as the heat was intense. Each time she was just about to cry out ‘yellow’, Sir would wipe the flames from her skin.
He began creating more detailed patterns on her back. Brie wondered if the designs had significance, because the men grunted in response when he lit them on fire.
Then he spoke the first words since he’d asked her to lie on the table. “You and I seek the path together.” She felt him making a trail of a spiral circle with the cool liquid. Brie held her breath as he tapped it with the flame. The fire danced down the path he’d created.
He swiped it away and made a new design. She could identify the sideways eight easily, knowing exactly what the symbol meant. “No matter what the future brings, you and I are connected.”
Sir lit the symbol for infinity on her back. She let it burn not only on her skin, but into her soul, almost regretful when he swept it away.
He then lit the ring of candles on the floor, one by one, before putting out the fire in his hand.
Brie looked into the mirror and felt a pleasant chill when she realized Sir was staring at her, his look cavernous in its depth and intensity. She could fall into those eyes, losing herself forever…
With the same slow precision he’d used to tie her up, Sir undid her bindings. He pulled her towards him on the smooth surface of the table and ordered her onto her hands and knees. He took off his clothes, his gaze never leaving hers in the reflection of the mirror. He caressed her bare mound gently and then smacked her on the ass. The satisfying sound of it echoed in the room and low chuckles emerged from the men.
He explored her pussy again, concentrating his efforts on her clit. “No coming,” he instructed, rubbing at just the right tempo to start the chain reaction. Brie bit her lower lip when Sir slid his fingers into her pussy, going straight for her G-spot. She gasped when he caressed it, rolling his finger over the area slowly, pleasurably, until her body pulsed with electricity. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his shaft.
Brie moaned when she felt his cock press against her. He smiled in the mirror, shaking his head in response to her unspoken request. Sir thrust forcefully, filling her with one solid stroke.
She arched her back to take the full length of him, holding back tears of joy as her Master claimed her. Brie watched as he grabbed her hips and began fucking her without restraint. It was an erotic scene, with the red warrior cuff he’d made contrasting against her white skin, the curves of her round ass in his hands, and the look of ecstasy on her Master’s face.
Brie let out a primal scream that echoed throughout the room, desperate to express her passion and need for Sir. He met it with a roar of his own as he emptied his essence deep inside her.
He pulled her up to him, one arm across her chest, the other hand concentrated on her pussy. “Come for me, téa,” he whispered through gritted teeth.
Brie threw her head back and allowed all the emotion and sexual electricity to release at once. She writhed in his arms as the powerful climax washed over her, blurring her senses. Afterwards, she lay against him like a ragdoll.
Sir murmured in her ear, “My beautiful goddess, see how you have captivated the audience.”
Brie glanced discreetly at the men surrounding them. Their eyes were trained on her, holding varying looks of admiration and ravenous need. It was empowering to be admired by so many Doms, but she knew the truth.
“Master,” she whispered.
“Yes, téa?”
“No one else in the room matters but you.”
The Taking
Katia, one of Rytsar’s favorite submissives, insisted on taking Brie out for a day of shopping. With only a few more days left before her return to the States, the Russian beauty with grey-green eyes suggested taking Brie to bargain for souvenirs at the Izmaylovo Market, a place popular for its rows upon rows of folk art, jewelry, and Russian crafts.
Sir gave his blessing, but told Brie before she left, “I have arranged a special rendezvous for us today. Do not get so caught up in your shopping that you resist.”
“Of course not, Sir.”
“Do not resist,” he repeated. She noticed the glint in his eye, hinting of something clandestine. She felt a tingling in her loins. Is there a kidnapping in my future?
Brie spent hours perusing the individual shops, constantly on the lookout for Sir, but he didn’t show. Eventually she stopped anticipating his arrival and immersed herself in the joys of bargaining with the shopkeepers and joking around with Katia.
After an especially good bargaining session, Katia suggested they celebrate. “Shall we stop for a drink, Bennett-téa?”
Brie liked the cute nickname Katia had given her, combining her last name with Sir’s pet name. With her hands already full of purchases, she readily agreed. “Sounds lovely!”
Brie tried to keep up with her long-legged friend as they navigated the backstreets of the city, but it was a struggle with her bulky packages. “Wait, Katia!” she shouted when the girl rounded a corner ahead of her. Brie ran to catch up, but couldn’t find her when she made it to the corner. She ran on to the next street, but couldn’t find Katia anywhere. Brie doubled back, not knowing what else to do.
Chills went down her spine when she first heard the confident footsteps behind her. Even though she knew it must be Sir, her survival instincts kicked in. The feeling of being chased was frightening even though it was thrilling, causing a reaction she had no control over. Brie understood she wasn’t supposed to show resistance, but she got ready to bolt.
A strong hand covered her mouth, pull
ing her roughly backwards. Brie’s cries were muffled as she fought for her freedom. She was dragged, kicking and screaming, into a van and then everything went dark as the door slammed shut.
“Shhhh…shhhh…” her captor whispered as his powerful arms held her tight against him. Brie realized she was in the hands of Rytsar and whimpered, relieved but still suffering from the adrenaline rush of her abduction.
He forcibly bound her wrists and ankles together, securing them so that she was properly hogtied and unable to move. Before he placed the gag over her mouth he kissed her deeply, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth.
Brie heard another man speak Russian. He was out of her line of sight, but she could have sworn it was her Master. The men’s exchange was lively. If it was indeed Sir, she suspected he was giving Rytsar a hard time for kissing her. The van screeched to a halt and the two switched places, with Rytsar now at the wheel.
She was rolled onto her side and blindfolded. Hands roved over her body, rough and demanding, but she knew with certainty it was Sir. He ripped at her clothes, exposing both her breasts and pussy. Then he pressed his hand against her bare mound and spoke Russian in a low, ominous tone as he pushed his fingers inside her. Instantly, she became a willing but helpless captive.
Brie moaned into the gag when his lips landed on her skin and she felt his teeth on her neck. Sir knew exactly how to subdue her for play. She did not move or make a sound as he rolled her onto her stomach.
Brie wondered if this was a take on her warrior fantasy. She quivered at the thought of her pleasure being increased twofold. There seemed to be only one problem—it didn’t appear Sir wanted to share her.
Brie giggled into her gag.
Sir fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He growled into her ear, sending shivers of fearful pleasure as he ripped away the remainder of her skirt and slapped her ass hard. He let go of her then and moved away. It was her punishment for getting out of character.
That will not happen again, Master, she promised him silently.
Brie wondered where they were taking her and what their plans were. She knew they weren’t going back to the mansion, because the drive had been far too long already. She’d lain on her stomach for so long that she was desperate to catch a full breath. Brie wiggled slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, but was unsuccessful and groaned in distress. Sir quickly turned her on her side, brushing his hand over her body before abandoning her again.
Rytsar said something and the two started arguing. Brie wondered if Rytsar had wanted her to suffer for longer, but he did not have the final say—which seemed to irk the Dom. It was certainly interesting having best friends scene together like this.
Brie was extremely grateful to Sir for rolling her over. Even though Rytsar’s hogtie was exciting in its tightness and constraint, she found it far more provocative now that she could breathe again. It gave her the opportunity to fantasize about what was going to happen. Brie couldn’t stop herself from imagining taking both Sir and Rytsar at the same time, but she immediately dismissed the idea. Sir had been much too quick to switch places with Rytsar after the Russian had kissed her. It appeared that her Master was a possessive lover… Brie thought back on her warrior fantasy. It revolved around a young maiden losing her virginity. She was curious what ‘virginal’ territories these two planned to plunder.
The van slowed to a stop and she heard Rytsar exit the vehicle. The door of the van slid open and the northern wind blasted in, taking her breath away. Brie was dragged to the cold edge of the van’s floor and covered in a blanket before she was lifted up and carried between both men.
They spoke in hushed tones, possibly going over the sequence of events. The men stopped, and then she heard a key in a lock and the creak of a door being swung open. The instant they walked over the threshold, the warmth and crackling sounds of a fire greeted her. She was carried to another room and thrown unceremoniously on a hard bed.
The blanket was ripped away. She felt the hands of both men pulling off the remnants of her clothes—the squeezing of a breast, the rubbing of her wet clit—and then they were gone.
She listened to them moving about, the clinking of glasses and laughter. Were they celebrating her capture or what was about to commence? Her loins contracted in pleasure at the thought of two highly experienced Doms playing with her.
Brie heard someone enter the room. She whimpered, keeping to her character but also hoping to instigate a response. The low rumble that escaped from his lips let her know it was Rytsar. She stiffened as he approached, unsure of his intent, remembering their last session together quite clearly.
His hands were rough as he untied her from her bonds and removed the gag and blindfold. Then he massaged her limbs, loosening up the muscles that had been bound for so long. But the handsome Dom was not finished. He proceeded to bind her wrists together again. Then his hand trailed down her body until he grasped her ankle and secured it to a leg of the simple bed set in the center of the room. He did the same with the other.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged, keeping in character but secretly meaning it. He grunted in reply, his face remaining stoic—not a reassuring response. Rytsar grabbed her bound wrists and pulled her towards him so that her body was completely stretched and her head hung over the edge of the bed. He secured her wrists so that she was immobile.
Despite her real fear, Brie’s pussy responded to his rough treatment, moistening itself for possible entry.
He chuckled to himself as he looked her over, obviously pleased with his work. He called out to Sir, who entered with a smile on his face. Sir’s expression quickly changed to one of lustful avarice when he beheld his helpless sub.
He nodded to Rytsar and then gazed back at her. The intensity of his stare made her squirm. She was no longer his submissive—she was his powerless captive.
Sir descended on her, surprising her with the fierceness of his kiss. He grabbed her long curls in one hand and her chin in the other, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. At the same time, she felt Rytsar’s fingers on her inner thigh. He said something wicked-sounding in Russian as he explored the folds of her wet pussy. She groaned as the Dom expertly teased her clit.
Sir’s kiss suddenly became more heated. He released her face and his hands moved down to her breasts. He flicked her nipples, making them taut before his lips left hers and he encased one with his eager mouth. He sucked hard on one while continuing to pull and tease the other.
Meanwhile, Rytsar rimmed the entrance of her pussy with his fingers without penetrating. Brie’s body instinctively tried to arch in response, but could not because of the restrictive bindings. It caused a gush of moistness that Rytsar rubbed against her already sensitive clit, causing her pussy to contract in delicious pleasure. As soon as he felt her respond, Rytsar pulled away and left the bed.
Brie concentrated on Sir. He’d pressed her breasts together and was sucking each nipple alternately. She thrust her head back, giving in to the electrical current he was shooting directly to her groin.
Then she heard it…the distinctive sound of the Magic Wand. This time Brie’s whimper was quite real. Rytsar chuckled under his breath, anticipating the orgasmic torture he was about to unleash. Brie’s whole body tensed when she felt the vibration on her pussy.
Sir pinched her nipples as his lips returned to her mouth. She closed her eyes as her whole body began to tremble with the vibration. The Russian Dom was forcing a quick orgasm. However, Rytsar commanded, “Nyet,” just as she was about to crest.
Brie cried out as she fought against the desperate need to release. Sir pinched her nipples harder, giving her something to latch onto other than the fire within her loins. With a valiant effort, she avoided the orgasm.
Rytsar seemed pleased and eased up on the vibrating pressure against her clit. Sir got up and moved to the head of the bed. He unzipped his pants and presented her with a raging hard-on.
Brie looked up at him, but did not open
her mouth, in keeping with her character. He pressed his cock against her lips. The warmth of it enticed her. She pretended reluctance as she opened her mouth and he forced the head of his shaft inside.
“Sosat’ moy chlen,” he commanded gruffly.
There was no need to translate that order. Brie began sucking his cock with timid relish. While Sir enjoyed her services, Rytsar pressed the vibrator against her clit with renewed fervor.
Brie moaned on Sir’s cock as Rytsar played with her pussy. She took it all in, loving the dual attention. Her mouth was delightfully occupied by her Master while her clit danced with the vibrator.
Master thrust deeper down her throat, demanding full access. She relaxed her muscles to allow his sexy invasion. However, Rytsar was not playing fair and she found herself about to come again without any warning.
“Nyet,” the Russian Dom said with amusement.
Brie’s muffled cries met his command.
Sir stroked her throat with his hands, feeling the swell of his cock inside her. The pressure of his fingers distracted her enough to stave off the climax, but just barely.
Rytsar eased the vibration momentarily. Brie wasn’t sure how much she could take, but all her concerns fell away when Sir held onto her face with both hands and began fucking her mouth. Suddenly, it was just the two of them as he derived pleasure from her throat and she reveled in giving her body over to him. Brie closed her eyes and drifted into an ethereal bliss.
Instead of coming in her throat, Sir pulled out and released on her chest. She moaned with satisfaction as he spread his semen over her skin. It was a psychological and visual claiming. “I am Sir’s…” she murmured aloud.
Rytsar’s blue eyes flashed with impish joy as he pressed the vibrator against her and turned it onto the higher setting. She had no hope and whimpered in protest.
Sir knelt down by her head and growled passionately into her ear. She felt a deep contraction in her pussy in response to his voice. Then she heard the welcome word, “Da,” come from her Master’s lips. She followed his order and came fiercely in honor of both men. Her hips could not lift into the air, so she remained still as the muscles of her vagina pulsed powerfully and her feminine juices flowed in release.