Brie's Submission (1-3) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set)

by Red Phoenix

  “You’re so sexy, kitten,” Baron murmured, lifting his head up and finding her lips. They kissed as Sir gently thrust his shaft deeper into her tight ass. She groaned into Baron’s mouth, excited to be taking both cocks at once.

  “Put your hands behind your back,” Sir commanded.

  When Brie did, he crossed her small wrists and held them against her back with one hand. The feeling of restraint excited Brie and she felt another wave of moisture coat Baron’s cock.

  “She likes that,” Baron commented.

  “I know exactly what this submissive needs.” Sir grabbed a fistful of her hair with his other hand and turned her face towards him. His kiss was demanding and passionate. A flood of emotion passed between their lips. When he pulled away, she was shaking from the intensity of it.

  He immediately began stroking her ass with his rigid cock as he held her wrists behind her back. After several lengthy thrusts, Baron took hold of her hips and joined Sir, the two thrusting in opposite rhythms.

  Brie’s whole body tingled as she took the manly thrusts of both Doms. The heated groans and grunts of the two Dominants blessed her submissive heart. She soon joined her voice with theirs as her body relaxed and took their passionate assault.

  After several minutes of the pounding, Sir let go of her wrists and asked Baron to help him. She felt Baron lift her by the torso while Sir gathered her into his arms and held her against his chest. It gave the three completely new angles to enjoy and allowed Baron access to her clit. His hand reached between her legs and began stoking the fire. “There is no escape,” she heard him growl.

  She whimpered against Sir as Baron flicked his fingers expertly, making her pussy sing. “You come first,” Sir commanded. Both men stopped thrusting.

  Baron concentrated on her clit while Sir let his hands rove over her breasts, caressing, pinching and tugging. “Come for me, Brie,” Sir whispered.

  Brie leaned against his shoulder, letting out a cry of frustration and deep emotion. “Yes,” he growled into her neck. “Let it out, Brie. Release…”

  Her body contracted violently against both cocks, caressing them with her orgasm. Sir pushed her back down onto Baron and the two men began thrusting into her. Her body was now open and ready to receive their gifts. Brie verbalized her ecstasy as Baron climaxed inside her, the auditorium echoing with her impassioned cries.

  Sir slowly pulled out. “I am going to come all over your sweet ass.” She felt the burst of warm liquid on her skin. It felt as if he was marking her as his, and she moaned in delight. He rubbed his cock over her, spreading his seed on her skin.

  Once he had moved away, Baron lifted her off his spent shaft. She took the blindfold off and dressed, purposely leaving Sir’s essence on her. She stood between the two Doms and faced the panel.

  Master Coen asked, “How would you rate the scene, Miss Bennett?”

  “A nine.”

  “What did you find particularly satisfying about it?”

  “It was heady trying something new, but the opportunity to please two Doms… Over the top.”

  Ms. Clark responded dryly, “It is a highly unusual scenario, Miss Bennett. I wouldn’t get used to it.”

  “Most Doms will not share a female like that,” Marquis Gray stated with a hint of disdain.

  Brie wondered if it was jealousy on his part or a rivalry between him and Sir. Brie remembered that Marquis had warned her once that he would never DP her with Sir.

  Master Coen answered, “It is different in training circumstances and you know it. Get off your high-horse, Gray.” Then Master Coen glared at Brie, as if to say, This is all your fault!

  The new trainer, Master Anderson, took the reins. “Your interest in pleasing both Doms is admirable, Miss Bennett. However, I noticed one was more attended to than the other.”

  Brie blanched. Had she been obvious? If so, there was a chance she could be kicked out of the program now that she had riled Master Coen up again. “Master Anderson, I don’t understand. Can you please explain?” she asked.

  “It appeared to me that your attention was focused mainly on Baron, so that Headmaster Davis was forced to demand his needs.”

  Marquis Gray looked at the new trainer in disbelief, but said nothing.

  “Actually, Thane took over the scene. He overflexed his dominance, but you’ll get no complaints from me about kitten.” Baron leaned over and kissed Brie full on the lips, leaving her smiling with relief when he pulled away.

  Ms. Clark brushed the whole topic away with one simple comment. “It doesn’t matter. The next time Miss Bennett enjoys double penetration, it will most likely be with two dildos.”

  Sir sounded amused when he replied, “Quite right.”

  He placed his hand momentarily on the small of Brie’s back, directing her off the stage, and then he dropped his hand away. To lose Sir’s touch again was devastating, and it highlighted that she was still very much his devoted sub.

  Oh, Sir…

  What the Hell Are You Doing Here?

  Brie was set to give Blue Eyes, a.k.a. Todd Wallace, a piece of her mind and she knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. However, it was imperative she make that boy understand he needed to leave her (and anyone even remotely connected to her) alone.

  But as she walked up to the doors of the Center, she noticed Blue Eyes wasn’t there. She was thrown by the disappointment she felt as she opened the door for herself and walked inside the school. She shook her head, berating her stupid emotions. Good grief, Brie, it’s what you wanted. You just psyched yourself for a big blowout and didn’t get it. Boo hoo.

  She sat down in class and Lea immediately asked, “What’s wrong, Brie?”

  “Nothing. Why?”

  Mary quipped, “Oh, I don’t know. You look like your cat just died or something.”

  Brie turned her back on them both. “Whatever.”

  “Gee, Brie, you’re starting to sound like me,” Mary sniped.

  Thankfully, Mr. Gallant started the class and stopped the unwelcomed conversation. “BDSM clubs have specific rules that must be followed. Each club is different, but there are some basics you should follow. Normally, only those invited to the club by a friend can attend. Random gawkers are not appreciated. If you witness something shocking to you, keep it to yourself or leave. Standing around watching the scene with your jaw hanging open or telling others how uncomfortable you feel watching it is considered rude.

  “You should also be aware that drugs and alcohol are not allowed. They are unnecessary and dangerous in this environment. Normally, there is no sex allowed for either the spectators or performers.”

  He noticed Mary’s look of disbelief and asked, “Does that surprise you, Miss Wilson?”

  She nodded. “It does, Mr. Gallant. I assumed everyone was having sex in those places.”

  “A common misconception,” he replied. “Although there are a few clubs in the area that do allow the performers to engage in sexual play during a scene, it is unusual.”

  He continued with the rules. “If you must speak while watching a scene, do so in quiet tones or walk to a social area. You do not want to distract either the Dom or the sub. If you feel there is an issue, contact a staff member. Never interrupt the scene unless the Dom asks for help. It is also important to stay a proper distance away for safety reasons. You do not want to find yourself in the path of a whip.” He made the motion of cracking a whip. The flick of his wrist was so quick that Brie had no doubt her teacher knew how to wield one. She wiggled in her seat, liking the idea.

  “After the scene is over, be respectful and leave the couple alone until they are back in the social area. It is completely fine to compliment a Dom if you have enjoyed a particular scene. However, you are not allowed to talk to or touch any sub without asking the permission of the Dominant in charge.”

  Mr. Gallant looked sternly at Lea. “I hope you have been paying close attention, Ms. Taylor.” Brie’s breath caught when she heard her teacher’s next words. “Because
tomorrow we will not be meeting here. Instead, we will be meeting at a local club so that you can experience firsthand the pleasures of public display. It is not for everyone, but many in the BDSM culture find it quite entertaining.”

  Brie was a mess after his announcement. The idea of witnessing different scenes with other D/s couples in the community was almost more than she could handle. How would it be different from the Center? Would the club look like a dungeon with different cells? Would the air be full of the sounds of submissives screaming in pleasure? What would it smell like?

  When the lesson ended, Brie skipped alongside the other two girls. “We’re going to go to a real dungeon! Wait, do you think that’s what they’re called? Anyway…can you believe it?”

  Lea looked as excited as Brie. “Man, I can just imagine being tied up and flogged by Marquis Gray in front of everyone.”

  “I know!” Brie exclaimed.

  Mary looked disinterested. “I don’t know what you’re making such a big deal for. You exhibitionists or something?”

  Brie slammed her hip into Mary, making her lose balance. “Don’t pretend for a second you aren’t interested. I can tell you love playing out a good scene in front of us. Hello! I’ve only been watching you the last few weeks.”

  Mary gave her a snide look just before they walked into the classroom. It was the same one they’d used on their first night, the one with the spongy floor and large, triangular ramps. Brie was puzzled when she saw a second table with four empty chairs on the opposite side of the room. Something weird was going on.

  “Tonight you are going to have the opportunity to work with and rate training Doms. A reverse of what you have experienced up to this point.”

  All three girls shifted their stances. It seemed crazy! They were being given the chance to rate their Masters for a change?

  Sir spoke solemnly. “You may not be aware, but we have similar training for Doms on this campus. Their sessions start after you are in class and end after you leave. Chances are you have not come in contact with these men, but you will be introduced tonight. Take the responsibility we are giving you seriously, just as the Doms have who’ve rated you. Each of you knows personally the impact a rating has on the recipient. Understand, we will not allow you to evaluate the Doms until after they leave the room and you are not allowed to top from the bottom.”

  Brie hated to be the idiot of the bunch, but she needed to know. “Sir?”

  “Yes, Miss Bennett?”

  “Can you explain what topping from the bottom means?”

  “Certainly. I was waiting for one of you to ask. Topping is a term used to describe a submissive taking control of a scene while still playing the submissive. Unless the Dominant has specifically asked for your help and/or instruction, a sub should never top from the bottom. Tonight you are to do everything asked of you without hesitation, unless safety is involved. In that case, we expect you to call out the safe word.”

  Sir got up and walked over to the three. “Ladies, just because we are asking you to assess student Doms does not give you the right to treat them with any less respect. Know that we are watching your interaction with them as much as their interaction with you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” the three answered in unison.

  Brie couldn’t believe her luck. The chance to rate a partner’s performance was an unexpected gift for a submissive. The night just kept getting better and better!

  Sir sat back down and gestured towards the door. Four trainers came in and sat down—three males and one female, similar to their own panel. Right behind them came three Doms. Brie averted her eyes, fighting the urge to take a quick peek. She stared at her Dom’s brown loafers and black pants, waiting for his permission.

  “Look at me, blossom.”

  Brie looked up into his crystal blue eyes and stopped breathing. You…! What the hell are you doing here?

  Todd met her gaze and said in an authoritative voice, “I have waited patiently for this day.”

  Brie took a gasp of air. “I don’t understand…”

  “I will explain, but first you must undress, leaving only your stockings.”

  It seemed like a dream as she gracefully removed her corset, skirt, shoes and panties, placing them neatly on the floor. When she stood up, he looked her over and commented simply, “Enchanting.”

  Brie blushed for no good reason.

  “Bow at my feet, blossom.”

  She did so immediately and then felt his hand on her head. He stood there and remained silent while the other Doms directed their subs to the ramps. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

  “Master?”

  “You will not call me Master. I am Faelan to you.”

  “Yes, Faelan.”

  “Come over here, blossom.” He led her away from the ramp and over to a corner of the room. “Lie on your back.”

  While Brie did as he asked, she watched Faelan move over to a table and pick up several items from it. When he turned back towards her, she quickly snapped her head back and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her breathing. She couldn’t believe Blue Eyes was her Dom…

  He walked into her line of sight and held up a thin silver bracelet in the shape of an X. “The prettiest bondage I could find.”

  Brie crinkled her brow, uncertain how it counted as bondage. She soon found out when he placed one of her wrists into it, crossed her other wrist over it and then locked them into place. Brie looked at her wrists, bound in thin silver, and smiled appreciatively. “Beautiful…”

  “Lay your arms back above your head,” he ordered, then took a scarlet rope and bound her ankles together. He took another tie and bound her knees.

  He looked over his work with approval. Then he held up a large, fluffy white feather and twirled it between his fingers. “My instrument of pleasure for tonight.”

  It took everything in Brie not to burst out laughing. A feather? Seriously? She had been flogged and caned, and he was going to tease her with a feather? Blue Eyes had no idea how pathetically cute he was.

  “Lift your head up, blossom.”

  She did as he asked and he placed an eye mask over her head. It smelled of lavender. He placed it firmly over her eyes, blocking all light, before gently laying her head back down on the spongy floor. The blindfold, in addition to the bindings, had an effect on her. She was suddenly very aware she was under his power.

  She expected his hands on her naked body, but instead he settled down beside her. The smell of him was familiar—manly and intoxicating. “I will explain now, as I caress your skin.”

  Brie felt hundreds of tickling points as he moved the feather over her breast. She gasped in delight, surprised at the sensual feel of it. While the feather glided over her skin, he drew her in with his low, masculine tone. “The moment you landed in my arms at the front of the school, I became captivated by you.”

  He used the tip of the feather to tease her nipple. It hardened from the attention. Then she felt the warmth of his lips on her nipple. It was just for an instant, and suddenly the feather was back, teasing her again. She sighed in frustration.

  “When I realized you were training to be a submissive it was as if all the pieces of a puzzle came together for me. My need to dominate finally made sense and my path was clear. I contacted Thane Davis and expressed my desire to train at the school. It wasn’t an easy sell because the class had started a few days before.”

  He stopped, and her attention focused on the caress of the feather against the side of her hip. The tingling trail it left was followed by another warm kiss.

  “I offered to drop my advanced business classes for a semester and put in extra time to make up for starting behind. It took convincing, but I finally got the Dominant panel on my side.”

  The feather moved from her bound knees and slowly made its way between her legs. The delicate touch of it drove her wild. She squirmed in pleasure as the feather touched her mound. Then Brie stopped breathing, waiting for his lips. When she felt his warm br
eath on her sex, she whimpered. His lips barely brushed her swollen clit before he settled back beside her.

  Brie’s whole body shuddered with need.

  “I’ve taken each class, worked through each practicum with only one focus.”

  The feather stroked the side of her face, landing on her lips and tickling them until she laughed. His lips silenced her giggles. He kissed with such passion, such intensity that she froze.

  The sounds of the other couples copulating filled the room. Todd pulled away and moved his lips to her ear, whispering, “I will not take you tonight. I want your body to open of its own will, not just because I command it.”

  He began gently unwinding the ties. Then he removed the blindfold and brought her arms back over her head. He unlocked the thin silver cuff and kissed the inside of each wrist before placing them on her stomach.

  She looked up into his crystal eyes, not knowing who this man was. “Thank you, Faelan.”

  “Anytime, blossom.”

  After the three Doms had left the room, Sir began the discussion with the Dominant trainers still in attendance.

  “We would all like to hear your honest opinions of your Doms’ performances.” He turned to Lea first. “Ms. Taylor, how would you rate Master Allen’s scene with you?”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw Lea look up and smile. “Master Allen really seemed to care, Sir. He continually asked my color, eased up when I indicated that I was reaching yellow but did not stop. He pushed me like a good Dom should. I enjoyed the session with him.”

  “On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate him?” Master Coen asked.

  She said without hesitation, “I would give him a six.”

  A well-built, bald trainer from the other table spoke up. “What would you say is his major weakness, Ms. Taylor?”

  She shifted in her spot, making Brie wonder if it was difficult for her to answer. “I didn’t feel like he was reading me as we went. He was so dependent on asking my color that he didn’t notice what should have been obvious.”