Brie's Submission (4-6) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 2)

by Red Phoenix

  “Thank you, Ms. Clark,” Brie answered, lowering her eyes and bowing slightly. She understood the will it took for the Domme to humble herself like that. The level of respect Ms. Clark had for her Master was clear.

  The Domme’s smile returned as she spoke to Sir. “After this little episode, I plan to speak with your friend when he comes to visit again. I believe a conversation between us is long overdue.”

  “That would not be wise, Samantha. Let sleeping dogs lie,” Sir warned.

  “Your wisdom only goes so far, Sir Davis. There are times when a person must take a risk and become master of her own fate.”

  “I will not protect you again if it comes to that. You are too old to play the fool.”

  Ms. Clark crinkled her nose. “Too old? I’m just hitting my prime.”

  The Mistress strode off as if she were queen of the world. Brie observed two submissives fall in line after her. What Lea had said was true. Ms. Clark could have anyone she desired—all except the one man she wanted.

  “Are you ready?” Master Anderson asked behind her.

  Brie turned and her knees gave way when she saw the large bullwhip in his hand. Sir supported her and said with a chuckle, “No need to worry, little sub. There will be no blood tonight.”

  “Unless your Master screws up,” Master Anderson joked.

  “If I do not do well tonight, it reflects solely on you, Master Anderson.”

  “A teacher can only do so much,” he replied, letting his bullwhip unwind, accentuating its dangerous length.

  She watched with morbid fascination as Sir pulled a black bullwhip with a blood-red tip out of his bag. It made a slapping sound as it unfurled to the floor. She looked up at him nervously.

  “Are you scared, téa?”

  She nodded.

  “Does it turn you on?”

  She blushed when she confessed, “Only because it’s you, Sir.”

  “I may not be a sadist, but I do enjoy challenging you, little sub. This will be a test for me as well.” He ran his fingers between her trembling legs. “Yes, that is exactly the wetness I was striving for. Shall we begin?”

  Sir escorted her to the chains and commanded her to undress fully and stand on the red ‘X’. It felt a little like déjà vu as Sir put her small wrist above her head, strapping the cuff into place.

  Brie’s nipples hardened in fearful expectancy when he took her other wrist and secured it. She could hear the crowd gathering. Everyone enjoyed watching Master Anderson’s expertise with the bullwhip.

  As both men removed their shirts, Master Anderson informed the audience, “Tonight is simply a practice session. Sir Davis has been working with a fence pole for several weeks. Now it is time to practice on human flesh.”

  Brie could hear the excited chatter amongst the crowd. She suspected some of them hoped to see blood tonight.

  Sir’s hands ran over her body as he readied her for the experience. Whereas Rytsar had enjoyed her fear, Sir dispelled it. He tied up her hair and then kissed the nape of her neck. This was not a session meant to frighten; this was an extension of his sensual skills using the bite of a whip.

  She held her breath when he pulled away from her, the fear sinking in. Brie’s heart began racing as he positioned himself behind her. The smell of the ocean that was unique to this particular alcove in the Haven helped to calm her nerves. She’d never fully appreciated how different scents could prove valuable to a sub during a scene until now. Brie focused on the smell and immediate sensations, forcing back her fears of what was yet to come.

  Master Anderson instructed Sir. “Keep your stance in mind. We’ll start off light. Watch me first.”

  She imagined him winding up and then felt the light lick of Master Anderson’s whip on her back. She smiled. It was pleasurable. Brie had forgotten how gentle the bullwhip could be, and she purred with pleasure.

  Sir warmed up before giving Brie her first taste of his whip. The waiting made it that much more arousing and frightening.

  “Are you ready, téa?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  The light caress of her Master’s whip took the experience to a whole new level. Brie moaned in satisfaction.

  He continued to warm her skin with gentle strokes from his bullwhip, making the encounter delicious, not distressing. The control Sir showed was a testament to the amount of time he’d practiced.

  “Now that her skin is prepared, it’s time to increase the sensation,” Master Anderson stated.

  Brie forced herself to stay relaxed as she waited for Master Anderson to take his stance. He described his actions to Sir as he caressed her back with a more demanding stroke. It was strong enough to take her breath away.

  She took a quick glance behind her and noticed that a larger crowd had gathered as Sir stepped into position behind her. Brie closed her eyes. There was no fear, only anticipation as she waited for her Master’s stroke.

  But Brie cried out in surprise and pain when the end of his whip made contact. It was much harder than Master Anderson’s. She heard Sir mutter under his breath, “Fuck!”

  “To be expected, all part of the learning process. You flicked your wrist at the end,” Master Anderson explained. “Try again, but be conscious of that.”

  Brie did not realize she had tensed until Master Anderson commanded, “Relax, Brie.”

  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The chains clinked above her as she twisted in place. The movement helped release some of the tension, so she stilled herself for the next stroke.

  “That’s my good girl,” Sir praised.

  Brie trusted Sir completely, honored to be his first. Despite his extensive experience and the numerous subs he had trained, this was something exclusive—shared only between them. It pleased her to serve him in this way, the two of them a team as he learned to control the bullwhip.

  Sir took his time before taking his next swing. Brie gasped at the challenge it provided, but it was not as overwhelming as the first had been.

  “Color, téa?”

  “Green, Master.”

  He grunted in satisfaction and began to take her into flight as he stimulated her back with well-placed strokes. Brie moaned in her chains as she began to lose herself to the sensation. Brie could sense the crowd, and it enhanced her experience. Their excitement played into hers. It was a glorious feeling…

  Eventually, the rhythmic contact stopped. Brie swayed dreamily in the chains, ready to be released by her Master, hoping he would take her.

  “I suggest you give her one more with bite before we end the session,” Master Anderson advised Sir. Brie’s heart skipped a beat as he explained, “It will do two things. For you, it will let you navigate the force required for a harder stroke that does not cause damage. For your sub, there is an erotic allure to experiencing the fierceness of the bite you can deliver. Every time you caress her with the whip, no matter how lightly, her pussy will drip because she knows it’s your choice not to strike her harder.”

  Brie shivered in her chains. Although she agreed with Master Anderson, she did not want to feel the harsh bite again. Still flying on her sub high, she was unable to hold back the tears rolling down her cheeks.

  Master Anderson demonstrated the motion it took to deliver a welt-worthy strike in the air first. Brie jumped each time she heard the crack of the whip beside her.

  “Are you ready, sub?” Master Anderson finally asked, preparing her for his more forceful strike.

  Brie understood that this was necessary to help hone Sir’s skills. Despite her fears, she forced herself to answer with confidence through her tears, “Yes, Master Anderson.”

  He did not wait. With a quick and sure stroke, the tail of the whip cut across her back. Even though she had faced the biting power of his whip before, Brie was surprised by the shooting pain and screamed. She bit her lip afterwards, stilling her thoughts. She had experienced this once before. She knew how to transfer the pain into something sensual if she centered herself.

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nbsp; Brie could hear the concern in Sir’s voice when he got into position behind her, and asked, “Color, téa?”

  Although her skin was on fire, she knew she could handle another stroke and she needed to take it from Sir. “Yellowish-green, Master.”

  Master Anderson cautioned Sir, “Concentrate and deliver. Do not hesitate or you will either damage the skin or deliver an inadequate stroke and be forced to do it again.”

  Brie closed her eyes and smiled to herself. Her Master and she were one in this moment. This would be a challenging test for them both.

  Her pussy tingled at the sound of the whip just before it came in contact and transformed into burning fire across her back. Brie did not hold back and screamed in both passion and pain.

  Then she felt Sir beside her, his hand running lightly over the mark he had just left on her back. “It looks good on you, téa.” He growled into her ear as his fingers traveled up her arm and began releasing her from the cuffs, “You did well, little goddess.”

  He picked her up and carried her to a chair in the corner. While she rested there, he removed his pants and underwear, revealing his hard cock. Sir lifted her up and sat down, turning her to face the crowd before impaling her on his waiting cock.

  Brie moaned loudly, her body grateful to have the burning sensations on her back transferred to fire in her nether regions. Sir pressed her head down and picked up salve from a small table nearby. He rubbed the cool lotion over the marks on her back.

  The sensuality of his loving aftercare made her aroused on an almost spiritual level. Sir grabbed her hips after soothing her back and moved her up and down on his shaft.

  She threw her head back as she braced her hands on his thighs to help deepen his thrusts.

  Sir’s satisfied grunt increased her pleasure. The two moved as one as he powered his manhood into her repeatedly. Time no longer had significance as Brie closed her eyes and gave in to the erotic thrill of Sir’s possession.

  “Are you going to come for your Master?”

  She nodded, readying herself for his command.

  “Three… Two…” Brie whimpered in response to his slow countdown. On cue, her pussy began pulsating with her impending orgasm.

  “One…”

  He forced his cock deep within her and held her still.

  Brie’s vaginal muscles squeezed and released his cock with their vice-like grip. He answered by grabbing her bound hair and tilting her head back farther as he shuddered deep inside her. Then Sir wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her to his heaving chest, growling softly, “I love you, téa.”

  She smiled, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I love you, Master—heart and soul.

  Brie stayed in his arms, oblivious to the crowd dispersing until Master Anderson broke into her reverie. “There is another couple waiting for the area, Thane. Would you like me to begin cleaning it?”

  Sir released Brie and helped her disengage from him. “No, we will take care of it ourselves.”

  Brie cleaned the chair and then moved to the ‘X’ on the floor while Sir dressed and cleaned the cuffs, saving his bullwhip for last. After he finished, Sir commanded Brie to dress, all except her top. Just like her first time with the bullwhip, she was given the privilege of showing off her well-earned marks.

  As they moved through the club, Brie found it difficult not to gloat. In one day she had secured the future of her documentary and faced the bullwhip a second time. Her happiness only increased when she saw Mr. Gallant and his wife.

  Sir stopped before them and formally greeted the pair. Brie noticed Mr. Gallant had his arm protectively wrapped around his statuesque Amazonian wife, just as he had at the collaring ceremony. Despite his small stature, the man exuded a self-assured confidence that garnered natural respect.

  “You both appear to be doing well, Sir Davis.”

  “We are, Gallant. Fate seems to be smiling down on the two of us today.”

  “Glad to hear it.” He added somberly, “That was quite some unpleasant business with your mother at the Center.”

  “I do apologize for the unseemly disturbance.” Brie noticed that Sir abruptly changed the subject. “Téa, say hello to your former teacher.”

  Brie’s smile was genuine as she addressed him. “It is wonderful to see you again, Mr. Gallant.” She loved the man who acted as a father-figure and wise mentor all rolled into one glorious person.

  She was pleased when he nodded his approval. “You’re positively radiant, Miss Bennett.”

  Brie was fairly bursting, desperate to share about her film, but she dutifully kept the news to herself. “Life only seems to get better and better, Mr. Gallant. One of the best things that ever happened to me was stepping into your classroom that first night.”

  Brie glanced at his exquisite wife and found herself captivated by the brand the dark beauty wore on her upper arm. The lighter color of the raised scar made it very noticeable. The brand itself was a simple pattern of two curvy Ms, one above the other.

  She was struck by the woman’s serene face and could tell she was devoted to her Master. Yet it surprised Brie that such an elegant woman would allow herself to be branded like that. Brie wanted to ask her about the pain involved, but was afraid Sir would take it as a sign that she was considering it for herself. Instead, she said, “I am curious what your brand symbolizes.”

  The woman lovingly caressed the raised marks. “Two birds in flight.” She smiled at Brie, her foreign accent making her statement that much more enchanting when she answered, “My Master guides me to higher levels of awareness.”

  Mr. Gallant kissed her shoulder and replied, “In the process, she continues to take me to new heights as well.”

  Brie put her hand over her heart and cooed, “Aww… that’s so sweet!”

  Mr. Gallant seemed surprised by her reaction and said succinctly, “Simply the truth, Miss Bennett.”

  Sir wrapped his arm around Brie’s waist. “The natural progression of a healthy D/s relationship.”

  Brie looked up at Sir in admiration and wonder.

  Pinch me now…

  Their Disappointment

  Sir pressed his lips against her forehead. It was reassuring in nature, but reminded her too much of a benediction—a benediction given just before she willingly walked to her own death.

  “How can this go well, Sir?” she whimpered.

  “It depends on your definition of ‘well’, Brie. If you are upfront about the film and answer all of their questions truthfully, then I will consider it to have gone ‘well’ enough.”

  His wisdom infused her with confidence. “Yes, Sir. Upfront and honest, that’s all I have to keep in mind. The rest of it will fall into place as long as I do not shy away from the truth.”

  Sir encouraged her further. “Brie, my advice is not to take a negative response as their true response. You cannot know how your parents truly feel until they have had time to adjust to the news. Shock tends to evoke erratic behavior.”

  “I will try to remember that, Sir.”

  “In the end, what they desire is the truth, even if it is difficult to hear.”

  She took another calming breath and announced with more bravery than she felt, “I’m ready.”

  He gave her a wink as he exited the car. “As am I…”

  Sir opened the door for Brie and together they walked up to the house, a unit—partners in crime.

  When Brie’s mother opened the door, she greeted them pleasantly enough. “How nice you could make it back so soon after your last visit.”

  From the living room, her father exclaimed, “There is nothing nice about this visit, Marcy. They come bearing bad news, I guarantee it.”

  Brie shook her head. Why did her father always have to make things harder than they had to be?

  Her mom shut the door behind them and gestured the two towards the couch.

  Sir stopped and informed Brie, “Before we sit, I was hoping to speak to your father in private.”

  Brie’s
eyes widened. Could it be? Her heart beat wildly at the thought of Sir asking her father for her hand in marriage.

  “Although I do not like this sound of this, I will meet you in the study, Mr. Davis. The ladies shouldn’t hear what I have to say. Follow me,” her father snarled, rising from his chair.

  That left Brie and her mom alone, looking awkwardly at each other.

  “Is he asking what I think he is?” her mother asked, sounding stunned.

  Brie shrugged, but she couldn’t hide her glee. “I don’t know, Mom. To be honest, he and I never talked about it.”

  She sputtered, “Let’s hope not… It’s too soon… There is no way your father would consent.”

  As if in agreement, Brie’s father yelled loud enough for the neighborhood to hear, “Over my dead body!”

  Brie groaned as a heated discussion began. One that was too muffled to understand, although the hostility was easy to hear.

  “Why don’t we go out on the back porch?” her mother suggested.

  “Sure,” Brie replied, looking down the hallway in misery. Poor Sir…

  Once they had settled on the porch swing, her mom blurted, “It sure is hot this summer. We’ve gotten so little rain—”

  Brie couldn’t care less about the weather and interrupted her. “Mom, why does Dad have to be so unreasonable?”

  Marcy frowned. “I don’t think your father is being unreasonable at all, young lady. It has only been a few months since you announced you two were dating.”

  “But Thane loves me, and he is the most amazing man I’ve ever met. It is an honor to know him, much less be his girlfriend.” ‘Girlfriend’ sounds so weird…

  “If he loves you, then he won’t mind waiting a year or two before making a lifelong commitment. You are only twenty-two. Far too young to consider such things.”

  “But Mom, weren’t you barely twenty when you got married to Dad? You always told me when it’s right, it’s right, because that’s how it happened with you.”

  Her mother said with an air of superiority, “But we had known each other for years, darling. We weren’t strangers like you two.”