Brie's Submission (10-12) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 4)

by Red Phoenix

  He returned minutes later, dressed in only loose jeans and his black Stetson.

  Shey smiled when she saw him, her gaze locking on his muscular chest before darting to the floor.

  Brad strode over to her and lifted her chin. “I like my slaves to look at me at all times—unless I command otherwise.”

  She raised those baby blues to him, and his heart skipped a beat. There was something sacred and hallowed about scening with a brand-new submissive. Feigning control he did not feel, Brad backed away to study her, looking Shey over with the critical eye of a Master.

  She was gripping the frame of the doorway with both hands, her legs spread apart so that her feet touched it as well. If she had been a properly trained sub, she would have stood on tiptoes to make the pose even more enticing for him.

  He was pleased to see that the redhead had chosen to wear a sexy underwear set. The bra showed off Shey’s petite but attractive breasts, and the thong was secured with an enticing bow. One pull, and it would reveal the treasure hidden underneath. A silent invitation…

  Brad enjoyed analyzing a woman’s lingerie, because it revealed her tastes and confidence level. Ill-fitting lingerie hinted at a lack of appreciation for her own body, while an overly ornamental set hinted at a need to impress—and “grandma” underwear let a man know exactly where he stood.

  Shey’s simple-but-playful choice was a winning combination. Although the bow was tempting, he refrained from baring the beauty it concealed so enticingly.

  “Are you familiar with safewords, slave?”

  “Yes…Master.”

  “And they are?”

  “Green if I enjoy it, yellow if it’s a little too much, and red if I want you to stop.”

  “Very good. Although I will ask throughout the session, it’s your duty to call out if there is a need at any point during our scene. Since we are new to each other, it’s essential that I can trust you to do that.”

  Shey nodded, gazing deep into his eyes for added emphasis. “I promise to call out my safeword if needed.”

  “I will hold you to that, young slave. Knowing this is your first time, I’ve brought a variety of instruments. Since you gave me the choice, I picked three.”

  “Three?” she questioned anxiously, fear beginning to surface.

  Brad chuckled, understanding the reason for her nerves, and informed her, “I brought three so that you may choose the one that calls to you.”

  She visibly relaxed, curiosity replacing her fear.

  Brad reached into his bag and held up the blindfold first.

  Shey frowned, clearly unimpressed. “That’s just for vanilla girls.”

  He shook his head. “You are wrong, slave. There is a high level of kink to be enjoyed when wearing a blindfold with a stranger.”

  Her eyes widened as the truth of his words sank in. She stared at the simple cloth with newfound respect.

  Brad reached back into his duffle bag and held up a set of nipple clamps attached with a delicate chain. “If you are unfamiliar with the instrument, it can seem intimidating. However, the chain allows for self-pleasure, which is something I enjoy watching.”

  Shey stared at the jeweled clamps he held in his hand. He noticed her body betray her interest: her nipples hardening into tight buds, beckoning to be caressed and teased.

  He laid the clamps beside the blindfold and reached into the bag again. “Your last choice is a tool that’s a hard limit for many. Don’t feel ashamed if you have no interest in it. This is not something a Dominant would normally use on a new sub. However, my proficiency with this tool allows me to offer the option to you tonight.”

  Brad slowly pulled out his leather bullwhip and smiled in satisfaction as the pupils of her eyes grew.

  He unfurled the whip so she could see the full length of it before telling her, “This is a miniature version, specifically crafted for indoor play. It has the capability to lick your skin or draw blood, depending on the strength of the stroke.”

  Her eyes remained focused on it, but he was unable to tell whether her interest was out of fascination or fear.

  “Would you like to hold it, slave?”

  Shey nodded slowly as she held out her hands. She took the leather whip and caressed it with delicate fingers, taking in the supple give of the thong and fall. She charmed him when she brushed her cheek with the end, smiling. “I didn’t expect it to have a tickly part.”

  “That’s called the cracker,” he explained. “It only tickles if I let it.”

  Shey let the end fall from her hand and stared at him thoughtfully, saying nothing.

  “So, slave, which tool do you choose?”

  She seriously contemplated each one before asking humbly, “May I have all three?”

  He had to stop his jaw from dropping. It was the last answer he expected to hear.

  “Unless, of course, that is not allowed,” she amended when he failed to respond.

  Brad thought a moment before answering. “I have used all three in scenes before, but not with a novice. You may be biting off more than you can chew, young lady.”

  Shey said earnestly, “I find the mystery that the blindfold will inspire enchanting, and I’ve always wanted to try nipple clamps. However, this bullwhip thrills me in a way I haven’t experienced before.” She handed him the whip before putting her hands back on the frame and smiling at him.

  Brad tilted his head. The redhead had surprised him with her self-confidence. Normally, he’d never suggest the use of all three instruments with a beginner, but her conviction and reasoning seemed sound.

  “Don’t forget your safeword, slave.”

  Shey’s face lit up when she realized he was agreeing to her wishes. “I won’t…Master.”

  Brad picked up the blindfold and saw Shey’s chest begin to quickly rise and fall as he approached her—the reality of what she was about to experience finally kicking in. He wouldn’t hold it against the girl if she called out her safeword. New submissives often fantasized about scenes they were unable to handle in real life.

  Placing the silk material over her eyes and securing it tightly, he asked in a low voice, “Can you see, slave?”

  She visibly trembled when she answered him. “No.”

  “No, Master.”

  Shey immediately corrected herself, a blush darkening her cheeks.

  Brad lightly touched her bare shoulder, tracing the freckles that had tempted him all night.

  She tensed under his caress.

  He lowered his head, hesitating a moment before pressing his firm lips against a freckle.

  The redhead let out a tiny gasp—the intensity of the contact heightened by the blindfold. He pulled away to observe her again.

  There was no denying he was extremely turned on by the sight of this girl blindfolded and nearly naked before him. He looked down at his crotch and shook his head in sympathy at the large bulge straining in his pants. Sadly, his cock would have to remain unutilized to avoid unnecessary entanglements between them.

  Brad lightly kissed her skin and was rewarded with a whisper of a moan. Unable to resist, he lifted her chin and kissed Shey on the mouth, parting her lips with his tongue. When she pressed her body against him, he ceased holding himself back and ravaged her mouth, leaving her panting for breath afterward.

  She was not the only one affected by the passionate kiss… Although Shey was a novice, her instinctual response to him had Brad’s body aching to fuck her—but giving in to that carnal desire would only lead to trouble.

  He had to remain vigilant for both their sakes.

  Brad commanded her to stay as he retrieved his second glass of whiskey and downed it. Tread carefully, he warned himself.

  He wanted Shey to leave with a healthy appreciation for the Master/slave dynamic, so he chose to approach their encounter in the same manner he would as headmaster of The Submissive Training Center.

  “Slave, I want you to drop on all fours and crawl over to me. Entice me with your sensual advance.”<
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  Shey lowered herself to the floor and turned toward the sound of his voice. She arched her back before starting forward. It was obvious she was unaware that her tongue was sticking out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated on crawling across the floor for him, but Brad found it charming.

  There was something beautiful about a woman’s first submissive experience. Their lack of confidence, along with their eagerness to please, was an honor to behold. It was the reason he enjoyed seeking and taming the “wild ones”.

  As Shey drew closer, he complimented, “Very nice, slave.”

  She stopped when she reached his feet and knelt again, tilting her head upward in expectation.

  Brad leaned down and took one of her wrists, guiding her hand to his raging hard-on. “That is my response to your effort.”

  She bit her lip and smiled, obviously pleased with herself. There was no doubt the redhead was every bit as turned on as he was.

  “Stand up before me, and take off your bra.”

  Shey stood and fumbled at the clasp, betraying her building nerves.

  “Do you need help with such a simple command, slave?” he asked teasingly.

  “No, Master,” she assured him, continuing to struggle with it.

  He watched as her breasts swelled over the top of her bra as she reached back farther, straining to release them without assistance. Just when he was about to do it for her, Shey undid the clasp, and the satin material fell away, exposing her rosy pink nipples. She let the bra fall to the floor but self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest.

  “No, slave, your Master wants to enjoy your breasts.”

  She let her arms fall to her sides but stood trembling as he took in her naked chest. Her unconscious modesty was enchanting, serving to highlight her inexperience.

  Shey’s creamy white skin accentuated the rosiness of her areolas. “You are truly beautiful.”

  She bowed her head, trying to hide her smile.

  When Brad placed his large hand on one breast, he felt Shey’s entire body stiffen and heard her sharp intake of breath. A stranger touching a private part of her femininity was enough to excite any woman.

  He caressed her hardening nipple with his thumb. “Your body reveals your need for the clamps, slave.”

  Shey nodded as she licked her lips nervously.

  The tweezer clamps made a delicate clinking sound when he picked up the chain. He noticed the goosebumps rise on the girl’s skin as she anxiously awaited the clamps’ unique touch.

  Pinching her areola lightly so that her nipple protruded, Brad applied the first clamp, adjusting it until she felt the pressure. “Is it comfortable?”

  Shey smiled and nodded.

  Brad adjusted it even tighter until she gasped but, to her credit, she did not protest. “Your body needs to adjust to it,” he assured her, kissing her gently on the lips.

  He watched as her nipple turned a dark shade of red under the instrument’s constriction. With a mischievous grin, he began playing with her other breast, noting her rapidly beating heart under his hand.

  The thrill of willing submission was one of the most erotic aspects of being a Dom.

  Shey whimpered when he lightly pinched the sensitive skin before applying the other clamp.

  “Color, slave?” he asked gruffly.

  “Green.”

  “Excellent.” Although she was frightened, the excitement of this new sensation was driving her to explore further. With a gentle touch, he adjusted the second clamp to provide equal pressure with the first.

  She tilted her head back, forcing herself to accept the intensity of the instrument.

  “That’s it,” he praised. “Give in to the feeling the clamps evoke.”

  When he brushed his fingers lightly against her nipples, she cried out.

  “Color?” he questioned again.

  “Very green,” she panted.

  He looked down at her thong and saw it was soaked. “You appear to enjoy the nipple clamps.”

  “I do,” she agreed as he continued to caress her breasts.

  Brad trailed his fingers down the delicate chain and lightly pulled on it, causing another passionate cry to escape from her lips. “With just the right pressure, I can make it feel as if two men are sucking on your nipples at the same time. Would you like that, slave?”

  Shey nodded.

  He pulled on the chain in light, rhythmic movements, simulating the suction of dual lovers.

  Shey whimpered in pleasure.

  “You can control your own pleasure, slave,” he murmured huskily, ordering her to open her mouth.

  It was obvious she was expecting another kiss, but he placed the chain between her lips. “I want to watch you experiment. Find the right pressure and the angles that please you.”

  Brad moved away and sat down on a leather armchair to watch her.

  Shey stood there unmoving for several moments, surprised to be given control in the middle of their scene. She tentatively pulled on the chain, obviously afraid of the pain she imagined it would cause.

  Rubbing his hand against his jeans, Brad teased himself as he watched Shey play with the clamps for the first time. If she only knew how much it turned him on…

  Soon Shey began applying more pressure, making passionate moans as she found the perfect angle.

  Brad pressed hard against his cock when it started to pulse with need for release, and was barely successful in warding off an unwanted orgasm. He made his way over to her again once he’d gained control over his libido, grateful that she wore a blindfold and remained unaware of the power she had over him.

  Removing the chain from her mouth, he said gruffly, “Consider these clamps a gift from me, slave. You have pleased your Master well.” Brad kissed her roughly as he played with the nipple clamps, causing Shey to whimper again before he released their seductive hold and set them down.

  When she began to tremble in his arms with need, he pulled away.

  “Please…I want you,” she begged.

  It would be so easy to take her—to pull Shey down to the floor and tear her panties off so he could bury his cock deep inside, but he knew it would compromise this rare connection between them.

  “As a gentleman, I am required to honor the parameters of our scene, no matter how much I wish to do otherwise.”

  Shey groaned with unsated desire.

  Her desperate cry almost broke his resolve. “Slave, I believe it’s time you felt the bite of my whip.”

  The girl suddenly tensed, her burning desire instantly transforming into fearful excitement. “How do I do this? I mean…how…do you want me?”

  Brad growled hungrily, “I want you to turn around. Lean against the frame of the door so your ass is displayed for whipping.”

  She turned around and nervously felt for the frame with her fingers.

  “Pull your thong down to your knees, girl.”

  Shey made a charming sight as she wiggled the garment down, exposing a hint of her red pussy as she bent over to lean against the doorframe. She arched her back, her long, wavy copper hair cascading down it as she gripped the cold metal with white knuckles.

  “I could stare at you for hours…”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “While I may take pleasure in looking at you, I enjoy the whip far too much to remain idle for long. Keep your legs together and lean farther forward. I’m about to pinken that pretty ass of yours.”

  She giggled nervously as she followed his instructions.

  Brad unfurled the whip and snapped it, grinning when he saw her flinch. “Are you feeling brave?”

  She held her head up higher and said loudly, “I am, Master.”

  “Courageous enough to take the bite of my whip, slave?”

  She hesitated for only a second before answering, “I believe so.”

  He chuckled. “An honest answer. I appreciate that.”

  Brad warmed up his arm and cracked the whip next to her ear, relishing when she cried
out in surprise.

  “Are you aware the room is completely soundproof? No one will hear you when you scream.”

  She shuddered where she stood.

  “Color, slave?”

  “Still green, Master.”

  “Remember to call out your safeword at any point. There’s no shame in honoring your limit.”

  Shey nodded, but he could see she was shaking as she waited for the first stroke.

  “You must relax if you want to feel the brilliance of my instrument.”

  She stopped shaking for a moment, but her fear took over again, and she began shivering even more.

  Brad lowered his whip as he approached her, making low noises the way he used to when he calmed horses as a boy. Shey responded the same way a filly would, pausing and then turning slightly to his voice as her body began to visibly relax.

  “There is no reason to fear my whip. Tonight I will simply teach you its unique character.”

  She nodded, laughing at herself. “I trust you.”

  “Good.” He pulled back her hair to expose her delicate ear and whispered, “It’s okay to fear. It is a natural response to something new and potentially harmful. The key is to transform your fear into expectation.”

  “Yes…” she agreed, panting as he kissed her on the earlobe before leaving a trail of light kisses down her neck.

  “Remember my intent as you wait for the first stroke.”

  “What is your intent, Master?” she asked nervously as he moved away.

  “To please you, slave.”

  Helping her Fly

  Shey let out a nervous sigh as he moved back into position behind her.

  “Relax,” Brad repeated gently as he swung the whip around, slowly inching closer to her ass with each swing until finally…contact.

  She let out a small squeak, then giggled at herself. “That was actually nice.”

  “I want you to count them out loud. They will become progressively more challenging, slave.”

  She swallowed hard but nodded, adding a quick “Yes, Master” afterward.

  He flicked the left buttock, another light stroke that would tickle like the brushing of coarse hair on skin.