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

by Red Phoenix

  It was not only popular with the subs, but with fellow Dominants as well. They took the opportunity to observe the wide variety of scenes presented and select those that aroused them to recreate at home. Despite Faelan’s young age, he was a master of role play and displayed advanced skills, having been trained by both Sir and Marquis. It made him a hot commodity in the community.

  Although Sir no longer considered Faelan a threat, he reminded her, “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, seek Tono out. He has been made aware that I will be in a meeting tonight.”

  As Brie watched Sir walk off to join Headmaster Coen and Master Anderson, she felt a thrill. She hadn’t been allowed this kind of freedom in forever, and she found it invigorating.

  She stepped over to the first alcove and was surprised to find Marquis finishing a scene. Celestia, his collared sub, was bound to a wooden St. Andrew’s cross, her back a crisscross of red marks, indicating that she’d received an intense flogging from him.

  Marquis zipped up the bag that held his infamous tools. He approached his sub with predatory grace, turning her head and kissing her forcefully while she was still bound.

  Celestia’s moan resonated in Brie’s core. It was the sound of a woman who had been flying high in subspace, brought back to earth by the overwhelming connection of her Master’s kiss.

  She heard him say faintly, “My beautiful star…”

  Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. “My heart.”

  Brie was moved by their simple exchange. She admired how each D/s couple had their own erotic dance. No two couples followed the exact same steps, but the deep level of trust and respect was consistent throughout the community.

  Marquis released Celestia from the cross and cradled her in his arms, kissing her lightly. It was the romantic side of Marquis that Brie had been surprised by the first time she’d scened with him during training.

  She smiled to herself, remembering the first day she’d met him at the Training Center. Oh, how Marquis Gray had frightened her with his dark, penetrating eyes and ghostlike figure. She understood now that looks did not define a person. It was one of many lessons she’d learned at the Center.

  Brie quietly moved on to the next scene, wanting to give them privacy to bask in their aftercare.

  At the next alcove she came across a Master punishing his slave. Brie had no idea what her offense had been, but he commanded his naked slave to mold herself to the ‘Pole of Penance’. The girl walked over to the sleek metal pole and turned around to face the crowd, her face the picture of repentance.

  Attached to the pole was a thick, black dildo. The slave bent over and pressed her ass against the toy. The multitudes watched as the girl began rocking against the large, latex cock. Her Master stood over her, obviously enjoying the sight of the dark phallus penetrating his sub. He grunted, stroking his cock as he watched.

  The slave whimpered occasionally as she willingly ground against the toy, forcing it deeper into her ass.

  “Hands above your head, slave,” he ordered when the penetration was complete. He then tied her hands to a ring and pulled the rope taut. Brie could imagine how the girl must feel, with her body stretched by the binding and her ass stretched by the large toy inside her. Then her Master added a new element—the Magic Wand.

  Brie whimpered along with her.

  He held it in front of his slave, stating, “Disobedient slaves do not get the pleasure of orgasm.”

  The girl watched with a look of fear, knowing she was in trouble as he knelt down and bound the wand between her legs, securing it tightly against her clit.

  “Please—no, Master,” she begged.

  Her Master’s smile was playfully ruthless. “Do not orgasm or you will meet a much worse fate, slave.”

  The girl cried out when he switched it on. Brie knew the wand would be creating a delicious vibration between her thighs, and wondered how the girl could possibly hold out. When he turned the wand up to the higher setting, Brie decided to leave. Watching orgasm denial was almost as bad as experiencing it herself.

  She moved on, looking for Lea, but stopped short when she saw Boa beginning a scene with his Mistress. He was dressed in black leather chaps and nothing else. His Mistress was wearing embroidered, royal purple silks wrapped tightly around her sleek body, her lips a matching deep plum.

  Brie was surprised to see there were four men, including Boa, involved in the scene. It was quite unusual. Boa’s Asian Mistress was in charge, so Brie assumed all four males and the one lone female must be submissives. She forgot all about Lea as she watched the tantalizing scene play out before her.

  The girl was ordered to lie on a thin wooden bench. She was bound to it with violet ropes, one just under her breasts and a second binding across her hip bones. Brie noted that her head and pussy were positioned at the edges on either side of the bench. The furniture seemed to be specifically designed for fucking a sub at both ends.

  Ingenious.

  Brie was a little curious, though, because the girl’s hands had been left untied. She looked at the other male submissives and noted that they were wearing similar leather chaps to Boa’s. All four men had full erections; however, it was Boa’s that drew Brie’s attention. She’d never forgotten the challenge of taking his massive cock into her small frame. Just thinking about it now caused a deep ache in her loins.

  The Domme grabbed a leather crop and walked over to the girl. “You are about to be banged by my four men. I expect you to please each one equally. I will correct you if necessary.” She snapped the crop onto the girl’s mound. The sub cried out in pain at the unexpected warning. “That’s right. Mistress will be very strict tonight. I want my boys pleased.”

  “I understand, Mistress Luo,” the female answered.

  The Asian Domme walked up to each male individually and grabbed his scrotum, squeezing her long nails into his flesh. She leaned in close to his ear, to whisper something the crowd was not privileged to hear.

  When she was done, the four men took their places: Boa between the girl’s legs, the twins on either side of her and the remaining one at her head. The idea of pleasing all four men at the same time was both frightening and exciting to Brie. Boa was enough of a challenge on his own, and Brie wondered how the sub felt about her task.

  She glanced between the girl’s legs and noticed her outer lips were already red and swollen, indicating a very turned-on subbie. Brie had long since realized that a woman’s vocalizations were never as reliable as the state of her sex.

  A female could fake a scream of pleasure, but not an amorous pussy.

  The Domme ordered, “Please the twins.”

  The sub immediately took a cock in each hand and expertly stroked the lengths of their shafts with an added rotation of her wrists at the end. Both men groaned in appreciation of her evident skill.

  “Keep them satisfied, sub. Do not slow down, not even for an instant.”

  “Yes, Mistress Luo. It will be my pleasure.”

  The Mistress turned to Boa with a hungry look. “Boa, fuck the girl.”

  Brie bit her bottom lip as she watched the male sub position his colossal shaft against the sub’s opening and then grab onto her thighs. The girl panted and groaned as he forced the impossibly large head of his shaft inside her.

  Brie felt a trickle down the inside of her own leg. Oh, yes, her pussy knew well the sexy demand of Boa’s shaft. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her clit faintly pulse with desire.

  While he was still forcing himself inside, the Domme trailed the crop slowly up the girl’s body, all the way to her throat and up to her chin. She smiled down at the female and said, “Lex, fuck her pretty mouth.”

  Brie shivered. She remembered the time she’d been on the doctor’s table and Master Harris had deep-throated her while stimulating her clit with a vibrator. That was nothing compared to this. Brie stood glued in place, completely entranced by Mistress Luo’s scene.

  Lex began by massaging the girl’s neck as he slowl
y eased his shaft past the back of her throat, but there was a moment of instinctual resistance and the girl momentarily paused the motions of her hands.

  As promised, Boa’s Mistress snapped the crop across her right breast.

  The girl twitched on the bench, but she resumed the rapid hand movements even as she whimpered around Lex’s cock.

  It took time for the girl’s muscles to relax enough to take the entire length of Boa’s manhood, but Brie found it extremely sexy to watch the process—to see that huge cock force its way in.

  Boa’s Mistress walked around the scene, complimenting her male subs as she used the leather tab of the crop to caress the female. When the base of Boa’s cock was pressed firmly against the girl’s mound, the Domme asked, “Are you ready to come, boys?”

  All four men answered in unison, “Yes, Mistress.”

  She leaned down and spoke directly to the girl. “You have done well, sub. This Mistress is pleased. Now it’s time to enjoy the fruits of your labor.”

  The Domme stood up, slapping the crop against her hand as she announced, “I will count down from ten.”

  Brie was familiar with that technique—waiting to orgasm until the counting was complete. However, she had never seen it done with multiple partners before. Were they all so well trained that they would come as a unit?

  She watched in fascination, holding her breath as the last few numbers were called out. “Four… Three… Two… One.”

  Boa shuddered deep inside the girl at the same time as Lex, while the twins covered her breasts with large amounts of come. Brie could hear the girl’s muffled screams as the two men finished off deep inside her. Suddenly, the female stiffened and her whole body began to shake violently in a powerful orgasm of her own.

  All four men stepped away at the same time and allowed their Mistress to approach the girl. “Delicious to watch,” she commended. She looked up at the audience, which responded with appreciative applause.

  The girl looked up at the Domme with half-hooded eyes, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she recovered.

  “Was it all you had hoped for?” the Domme asked, tracing the end of the crop around the young woman’s breasts.

  In a hoarse whisper, the girl replied, “Better…Mistress Luo.”

  “Good,” she said soothingly.

  Having watched the scene to completion, Brie decided to make her way to the bar, hoping to find Lea there—after a quick trip to the bathroom to rid herself of her soaked panties.

  The Wolf Bares His Heart

  She found not only Lea at the bar, but Mary as well. They were sitting together in an intense conversation. As Brie approached, she was startled to spot Faelan standing nearby, casually drinking a beer. Brie passed by him, wondering if he would cause a commotion. But, true to form, the Wolf completely ignored her.

  Lea lifted her purse off the empty stool between the two as soon as she saw Brie. “Dang, girl, you finally made it!”

  “Sorry, I was watching a scene with Boa and couldn’t pull myself away.”

  Lea grinned. “Oh, that Boa is one fine sub. I’ve had the pleasure of his cock on several occasions. It’s like the first time every session because he’s so freaking huge.”

  Mary interrupted, “Boa Shmoa. Let’s get back to talking about Master O.”

  “Who?” Brie asked.

  Lea looked at her in disbelief. “Haven’t you heard? Master O is in town tonight.”

  Brie shrugged her shoulders, the name meaning nothing to her.

  Mary explained, “He’s a world-renowned master of blood play…” When she saw that Brie was still clueless, she seemed irritated. “Seriously, you didn’t know he’s coming to tour the club tonight?”

  Brie looked around and noticed the unusually high number of eligible subs parading about. “Is that the reason this place is so packed?”

  “Ah…yeah!” Lea teased. “Subs from all over California have come tonight, hoping he’ll choose one of them to play out a scene.”

  They quickly brought Brie up to speed. Apparently, Master O was from Eastern Africa and had traveled the world in order to refine his unique skills. Mary claimed his work with needles was unsurpassed. “You would not believe the artful displays he can create using human skin as his canvas.”

  Even Lea, who wasn’t a fan of blood play, was excited. “I really want to see his work up close. What I’ve seen in photos is amazing, and don’t you just love his name?”

  “What? Is it in reference to orgasms or something?” Brie asked.

  “No, idiot,” Mary snapped. “The ‘O’ stands for type O blood.”

  Brie laughed. “Aw… Well, that does make him sound a little more dangerous and less conceited.”

  Lea handed her a drink before asking, “Would you let him scene with you if Sir allowed it?”

  “No way. I hate needles. But I wouldn’t mind watching…I think.” She shuddered involuntarily.

  Lea turned to Mary. “What about you?”

  Mary rolled her eyes. “Do you even have to ask?”

  Brie noticed that Faelan shifted uncomfortably behind Mary. Was it possible he was jealous of Mary’s stated interest in the visiting Dom?

  “With so many subs to choose from, I wonder which one he’ll select. This is going to be fun!” Lea squealed.

  Brie grinned at her best friend. “What? Are you hoping he’ll pick you?”

  “Hey, I wouldn’t turn the man down if he asked, but I can’t say blood really turns me on, unlike some freaks I know,” Lea replied, looking straight at Mary.

  Blonde Nemesis snorted. “I wear the ‘freak’ title gladly. I’m the only truly adventurous one in our little group, Lea the Lackluster.” She slapped Brie’s back. “Hey, I’ve got to pee. Watch my stuff.” She disappeared into the sea of people without looking back.

  Faelan came up from behind and nonchalantly picked up Mary’s purse, setting it on the counter in front of him before taking her seat and ordering another beer. The bartender slid it across the counter, where it landed perfectly in Faelan’s open hand. He picked up the mug and took a long, hard stare at Brie before giving her a slight nod and tipping the mug to drink.

  “So you’re acknowledging Brie all of a sudden,” Lea commented.

  Faelan looked as if he were contemplating ignoring the question, but finally answered, “I’m moving forward.”

  Brie held up her glass to Faelan. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr. Wallace.”

  He glanced in the direction Mary had gone and stated, “People don’t give that woman the respect she deserves, but that’s about to change.”

  Is Faelan actually being protective of Mary? Brie couldn’t believe it. “I agree; she deserves to be treated better.”

  He corrected, “What she deserves is for people to recognize the extraordinary woman she is and treat her accordingly.”

  Lea smiled into her glass as she sipped her drink. “Okay…”

  Faelan took a long draught of beer and slammed the mug on the counter. “Do you realize that she’s the only person since that car crash, all those fucking years ago, who actually cares about me as a man?”

  Lea slammed her drink down, imitating him, and stated, “You have tons of girls at your beck and call, Faelan.”

  “I’m not talking about simple fucking, Lea,” he growled.

  He turned to Brie and stared at her with those intense blue eyes. “After the accident, the boy’s family condemned me, and my family and friends have treated me with kid gloves ever since. I don’t need sympathy, damn it! What I needed was a taste of reality. Well, Mary is all about shooting you between the eyes with reality.”

  Brie had to force herself not to smile. “That’s one way to put it.”

  For some odd reason, Faelan seemed to be feeling unusually talkative. Brie gave Lea a little wink when he continued of his own accord, “She and I have struggled with demons from our pasts, believing if we could defeat them we would be free. But that isn’t how it works.”

  Fa
elan suddenly had Brie’s attention. He wasn’t spewing some frivolous bullshit just to be heard—he was speaking from the heart. She met his gaze, transfixed. “How does it work?”

  “You have to accept it and then let it go. You can’t keep going back to revisit the pain.” He took a long drink to let that simple truth sink in.

  Brie was moved by his words. “Yes, you’re right…”

  Faelan put his beer down and looked at them both. “I killed a boy. It was my fault. I can’t change it. Mary helped me see that I had imprisoned myself in that guilt and grown used to the pain.” He closed his eyes and groaned. “That was where my true weakness was, in allowing myself to accept the pain to the point where I refused to let go.”

  He opened those hypnotic blue eyes and stared into Brie’s with a soulful gaze that took her breath away. “I will never be that weak again.”

  She ran a finger along the rim of her glass, at a loss for words. “That is profound, Mr. Wallace.”

  Faelan addressed Lea. “Who could have guessed that seeing Brie tied up while jogging on the beach would mark the beginning of my re-entry into humanity?”

  Lea shrugged. “It’s crazy, the turns life takes…”

  “Now I am determined to help Mary face that same truth. She has to let go of the pain she clings to. She thinks of it as her shield against the world, but in reality it’s killing her.”

  Brie suddenly understood how perfect Faelan was for Mary. Only someone who had suffered deeply would have the authority to bring her through it. “I’m grateful she found you, Mr. Wallace.”

  He ignored her compliment. “I need you to support Mary. Do not let her down.”

  “Of course,” Brie answered easily.

  But Faelan was quick to add, “Even when she bites back…and she will.”