by Red Phoenix
Ms. Clark presented herself before Rytsar and then sank to her knees in supplication. The whole room fell silent.
Sir quickly moved over to her, hissing, “Don’t. This is not the time or the place.”
Rytsar’s icy stare made it apparent that Ms. Clark’s dramatic gesture had not been appreciated. What can Ms. Clark have done to the man to evoke such a callous response?
The Domme raised her chin haughtily as she stood back up. “Another time, perhaps.” She left the party soon after.
For the first time, Brie’s heart ached for the woman. Ms. Clark had just humiliated herself in front of her peers in the hopes of reconciling some past mistake with Rytsar, and been unequivocally shot down.
The Russian Dom, although a sadist, had always seemed a thoughtful and generous man. Brie had to assume whatever Ms. Clark had done to him must have been something truly unforgiveable.
To witness such a scene was uncomfortable for all, but especially hard for Lea. She glanced at Brie. It was obvious how upset Lea was to see Ms. Clark hurting, but she did not leave Tono’s side to run and comfort the Domme. That really surprised Brie and made her realize that she needed to arrange private ‘girl talk’ time with Lea. She was determined to find out what was going on with her best friend.
The tension in the room eased soon after Ms. Clark’s departure, once Master Anderson decided to play a humorous round of ‘pin the tail on the pony’ with a willing sub. Brie had never laughed so hard in her life.
But the night turned into something intensely memorable when the server came out carrying her birthday cake. He set it down on the coffee table so everyone could admire it.
Brie walked up and put her hand to her lips when she saw the design. In the middle of the sheet cake were two condors flying around a yin-yang symbol. But it wasn’t the traditional black and white design. The light side was represented by the sun and the dark side by the moon. Meaningful to Brie on so many levels…
Sir said tenderly, “Make a wish, Brie.”
Her lips trembled as she attempted to blow out the candles, but it took several tries because she was so touched. She shrugged afterwards, explaining to her friends, “Oh, well, I didn’t need a wish anyway. I already have everything I want.” She smiled up at Sir.
“That’s so cheesy, Brie,” Lea teased.
Everyone laughed at Lea’s perfect pun.
Brie grinned unashamedly. “Sorry, girlfriend. It’s the truth.”
She glanced around the room packed with people she held in high esteem, appreciating how incredibly lucky she was. As the festivities began to wind down, Brie found herself staring at Sir from across the room. He was laughing with Rytsar and Marquis. Sir looked genuinely happy—as happy as he had been in Italy.
She realized that he had made a family here that was every bit as dear to him as his blood relatives. This was the life he had purposely chosen.
Sir must have felt her gaze, because he glanced in Brie’s direction. Her heart fluttered when he winked at her. How was it possible that one man could captivate her heart and soul?
As she continued to stare at him in loving admiration, a calm resolve flowed over Brie. She knew with clarity what she desired—what she needed to make her happiness complete.
Birthday Presents
The moment the door had shut behind the last guest, Sir swept Brie off her feet. He did not speak as he carried her to the bedroom.
Her heart fluttered when she looked into her Master’s eyes. There was no doubt he had special plans for his birthday girl. Brie buried her face in his chest and grinned. There was no better gift than to be Sir’s plaything.
“Gold suits you, téa, but I prefer nude,” he stated as he set her down next to the bed. He turned her around and unhooked the corset, then let it fall to the floor. Sir traced the lines left on her skin made by the corset laces, sending pleasurable sensations to settle between her legs. His fingers deftly relieved Brie of her panties as well.
“Yes, much better,” Sir complimented. He pushed her gently onto the bed, grinding his hardening cock against the flesh of her ass.
“What should I try tonight that I haven’t tried before?” Sir mused. He disappeared into the closet and returned with golden anal beads, a hairbrush and a delicate ball gag. He held up the metal gag and smiled charmingly as it swung back and forth in his hand. “Only the most beautiful ball gag for my birthday girl.”
Although Brie was charmed by the elegance of the gag, the anal beads concerned her. “It’s my first time with the beads, Master.”
“I’m aware of this, téa. I enjoy introducing you to firsts and this one’s been long overdue.”
He seemed to be waiting for a response. Brie smiled to reassure him, opening her mouth to accept the gag. Normally, she did not care for ball gags but this one was unusually cute.
The metal ball was smooth and cold against her tongue. Sir secured it in place and turned her back to face him.
“Ah, my beautiful girl…” His hands ran down her curves to rest on her fleshy rump. He leaned over and growled into her ear, “I’m going to fill you with golden beads and slowly draw them out at the peak of your orgasm.” Brie gasped as his thumb caressed her anus and he lightly applied pressure. Her pussy pulsated in response to his touch, despite her misgivings.
Sir left her side to turn on the stereo. Brie smiled when she heard the passionate melody of a lone violin. She was sure it was Alonzo’s; the intensity of his playing added to the atmosphere in the room.
Sir took the lubricant off the bedside table and began liberally coating the metal beads. Each one was larger than the last, strung together with black cord.
Brie watched him work with curious fascination. It was humorous to think she had enjoyed butt plugs, the insertion of a long, flowing tail and even the challenge of double penetration, but never a common strand of anal beads. She was actually nervous.
Though she was an experienced sub, there were still a few items she found wicked and forbidden, and anal beads happened to be one of them. She assumed it stemmed from a childhood incident when she’d played a game of Truth or Dare with some neighborhood boys…
****
The twins were the same tender young age as Brie, so it didn’t seem weird to her when Marcus and Tommy suggested playing Truth or Dare in the backseat of their daddy’s car. Cloaked in the darkness of twilight, she didn’t feel any shame when they dared her to get naked in front of them. It seemed natural at the age of six. Besides, she’d been equally curious what boys looked like close up.
Everything was innocent enough until one of the boys produced a toy with pretty beads. Marcus said he’d found it in his mommy’s dresser, and dared her to stuff the plastic beads up her butt. When she baulked, he assured her that if she did, he would try too. The over-eagerness of the boys frightened her a little, but she wasn’t a quitter or a cheater—which was what they were calling her.
Brie took the beads from him, but wasn’t really sure what to do. When Marcus offered to help, she agreed and turned around, laying her chin against the top of the seat while she gazed out of the car’s rear window with her naked butt in the air.
Just as he pressed the first bead against her tiny hole, headlights flooded the car. The boys’ mother was coming home from work. The woman jumped out of her car and raced to them, screaming hysterically. The boys whined as they desperately tried to dress, begging Brie to get her clothes back on.
****
It had been a bad experience for all three; the lectures, the punishment, the shame…
“Lie down on the bed, téa, legs tucked under so your ass is presented.”
Brie climbed onto Sir’s bed, closing her eyes and sighing anxiously. Even though she was twenty-three now, and it was Master who wanted to play, there was a part of her that was leery of that simple sex toy.
Sir put the beads down and began rubbing and kneading her buttocks. Brie purred, letting the past melt away.
“That’s it, babygirl. No rea
son to tense.”
Brie automatically whimpered when he pressed his finger against her sphincter.
“You will find this enjoyable, téa. Relax…”
She trusted Sir and willed her body to allow his play. Sir swirled the smooth bead around her sensitive anus, teasing her with it before slowly inserting the bead inside. Her muscles stretched and then eagerly clamped around the golden bead, giving her a sense of fullness.
Sir began teasing her with the second one, which was slightly bigger than the first. “One by one, you will take all my beads,” he stated, gently forcing them inside.
Brie moaned softly, liking the feel and challenge of the beads as well as the mystery of how they would feel when he pulled them back out. Each insertion felt like a delicious invasion; each tiny surrender made her wet.
“Good girl,” he complimented when he was done. Sir stood back to admire his work. “You have the look of a toy, babygirl. All I have to do is pull on the string to bring you to life.”
Brie looked behind her and smiled as she swayed her heart-shaped ass seductively as if to say, Please play with me…
Sir picked up the brush and Brie readied herself for a swat. Instead, he took a handful of her hair and brushed it. Her scalp tingled from the contact of each individual bristle and she purred. He brushed through her long mane again, tugging lightly on it before running the brush through it.
She lifted her head back, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.
Sir said nothing as he continued to run the brush through her locks, continuing the movement down her back, past the ends of her hair. The bristles grazed her skin, caressing her with tiny points of ecstasy.
“Ooomm…” she moaned with the ball in her mouth. What he was doing felt so sensuous and loving.
Sir brushed her hair slowly and meticulously, stimulating her back with the instrument. Then he stopped and grabbed her waist, thrusting his shaft into her pussy several times before resuming the brushing.
It was delicious, the tantalizing myriad of sensations: the tingling, the light scratches, the fullness of the beads and Sir’s commanding cock. She wished it could go on forever; however, Sir had much more in mind for Brie that night.
“On your back, téa, legs wide open.”
She lay on the bed, moaning as she watched Sir kneel down and bury his face between her thighs. She arched her back as his tongue lapped her wet pussy just before unleashing its divine torture on her clit.
Panting and moaning soon filled the bedroom when his middle finger found its way inside her, and Sir began caressing her already swollen G-spot. He played her pussy in tune with the song, increasing the sensations to a concentrated level, only to ease away when the tempo changed. He knew his craft well, building her impending orgasm to startling heights.
Brie thrashed her head back and forth, craving blessed release.
Sir looked up from between her legs and chuckled. “Shall I take pity on my birthday girl?”
She nodded vigorously, the metal ball preventing her from screaming, Please, I beg you!
“Lay your head back, téa. Close your eyes and concentrate on the sensations I am about to create.”
Sir began swirling his finger around her G-spot as he pulled the string attached to the beads taut. Brie’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation, but suddenly he stopped. Sir reached up and undid her ball gag. “Eyes closed, my little sub, but I want your mouth open and vocal.”
She smiled, remembering her first critique on the very first day of her training. “Yes, Master.”
Sir resumed his ministrations, making her loins blaze with desire as he aggressively caressed her pussy. He pulled on the string, causing Brie to momentarily stiffen in fear. Will it hurt?
“Relax, babygirl. Let your Master have his way.”
She concentrated on the raging orgasm, teetering on the precipice. “Have your way, Master,” she pleaded.
A powerful contraction gripped her when his lips met her clit. She had no control now…
When the next contraction hit, Sir began slowly pulling out the first bead. Her body was a hotbed of electrical bursts, but the sensations instantly became focused on the erotic pressure of the bead, causing her anal muscles to spasm with orgasmic energy.
A new sound escaped her lips. It was the cry of her inner animal voicing its satisfaction.
Brie’s body took over—her hips thrust upward; her thighs trembled uncontrollably from the intensity and longevity of the orgasm as Sir continued to tease her to climax by slowly and calculatedly pulling out bead after golden bead.
There was nothing left of her when he was done. She was floating on a cloud of sensations, sexually content on a level previously unknown to her.
Brie heard her Master’s voice calling to her through the erotic mist in her mind. She had to focus on it to understand what he was saying. “Birthday girl.”
Her eyes fluttered open and a slow smile spread across her lips. “Oh, Sir…”
He leaned over and kissed her forehead before collapsing beside her on the bed. “I take it you liked your gift?”
“Best present ever…”
He wrapped his muscular arm around her and let her continue to ride the ecstasy of the experience. Cuddling with Sir was just as prized as the mind-blowing sex.
Eventually he nuzzled her neck. “I was somewhat concerned tonight.”
She turned her head and gave him a questioning look. “About what, Sir?”
“What your response would be to the beads.”
“Why? I love everything you do to me.”
“Your father informed me of your past experience with them.”
Her jaw dropped. Sir knew?
“I fully expected you to tell me your history with the beads, but you never said a word.”
Brie’s mind was still reeling at the fact her father had told Sir about that humiliating experience. “But why would my father tell you, Sir?”
“He felt certain that childhood experience damaged you to the point you were susceptible to participating in similarly base activities. I assured him that you had shown no interest in anal beads, which seemed to pacify him somewhat.” Sir raised his eyebrow. “Little did he know that he had given me your next lesson.”
“I can’t believe my father told you,” Brie cried, covering her face.
Sir took her hands away and gently laid them on her chest. “I am grateful he was forthright since you failed to be as open.”
Brie met his gaze, needing him to understand. “Sir, it’s just that I trust you completely. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Communication and trust are the foundations of our relationship, téa. I should never walk into a scene unaware that it holds a possible trigger for you.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry for putting you in that position.” She lowered her eyes, but soon snuck a peek at him, curiosity driving her to ask the obvious question. “What else did my father share with you?”
He smiled, raising his eyebrow mischievously.
Brie stuck out her bottom lip when he did not answer, pleading with her eyes.
Sir chuckled and rolled off the bed to grab her tray of gifts. “Ready to open your presents?” He must have known he had her, because there was no way Brie could pass up a chance to find out what was inside all those envelopes.
He laid the tray on the bed and rejoined her. Brie searched through the gifts, wanting to open Lea’s first. She grinned at Sir. “I can’t wait to find out what she got me!”
His smirk belied the fact that he already knew.
Brie ripped open the envelope and read her message:
I have created the perfect gift for you, Brie! I can hardly stand having to wait. Turn the card over to reveal your special surprise.
She grinned at Sir as she turned it over, but then her smile disappeared. There was nothing written on the back. It was completely blank.
“Is this a joke?” she asked, waving the card at Sir.
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br /> He chuckled. “She’s your friend.”
Brie tossed it on the bed, formulating a plan to get even with the girl. She picked up Tono’s envelope next.
“Interesting that you would choose that one,” Sir commented off-handedly.
She tilted her head, now curious. “Why?”
“Their gifts are interconnected.”
Brie giggled. “So Lea did get me a present after all!”
She was much more careful when she opened Tono’s. He’d used special rice paper and painted his signature orchid on the front. She pulled out the thin parchment and read a simple haiku, each line written in traditional Japanese script, with the words written in English for her underneath:
Together as one
In desire and spirit
An erotic gift
Brie read it several times, but was unsure of its meaning. “Sir?”
He smiled, but shook his head. “Your surprise is not for me to reveal.”
“But you know what it is?” she queried.
“Yes, little sub. There will be no more questions on the subject.”
“Are all the gifts going to be equally mysterious?” she pouted.
He held up the tray and winked. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Brie took Rytsar’s from the pile because it was extra thick and promising. What she pulled out looked like an official government document, but it was written in Russian. She held it up for Sir to see. “I don’t know what this is.”
He took the document and looked it over. A slow grin spread across his face. “It appears that Durov has given you the cabin by the lake.”
Brie took the paper back and crushed it to her chest. “I can’t believe he did that! When can we visit Russia again?”
Sir took the deed from her and folded it up carefully, stating, “Not for a quite a while, téa. Somebody has a documentary to introduce to the world.”
“Then this must be the first place we visit—after your grandmother’s, of course.”
“I concur,” he said agreeably.
Brie picked up a black envelope with her name neatly printed in silver. She found a photograph inside of a beautiful two-toned flogger of royal purple and black. On the back it read: