Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4)

by Red Phoenix

“I can take you there now,” Mary said, standing up. “We can map it all out now so you won’t distract me with stupid questions when the time comes.”

  As they walked through the woods, Brie asked her, “Todd mentioned an initiation for subs. Can you give me details, or is it a big secret?”

  Mary’s laugh was insulting. “It’s not like we’re part of a cult, Brie.” She gave a wicked smile when she added, “The Initiation… OMG, it’s the hottest thing ever. I swear every woman should experience it—including you.”

  “Fine, you’ve got me curious. Spill the beans.”

  “Before they can be accepted into the community, every submissive is required to go through the Initiation while his or her Dominant watches without participating.”

  “That sounds kinky.”

  “Trust me, it is.” Mary spoke about it as if she were retelling a favorite fairytale. “First, you fast for twenty-four hours. Then they cleanse you to make you ‘pure’ for the community.”

  “What does the cleansing entail?”

  “A bath, a thorough shave and an enema.”

  “I bet that enema was fun,” Brie chuckled.

  “Everything they do on that day is sensual and decadent,” she insisted. “You’re made to feel like a queen, with several attendants to take care of you for the day.”

  “So after you’re made whole and pure, then what happens?”

  “You’re introduced to the community by your Dominant. He binds you to the ceremonial bed and then sits down to watch as you are tested.”

  “Tested? Okay, now you have my mouth watering.”

  Mary nodded. “I haven’t even shared the best part. Your Dominant sits directly in front of you, so he can observe your reactions as every Dom in the commune scenes with you.”

  “What? Like a giant gang-bang?”

  Mary shook her head slowly, a smile curling on her red lips. “Oh no—they play with you one at a time with a specific goal in mind.”

  Brie felt goose bumps rise on her skin. “You’re killing me, Mary. What’s the goal?”

  “Each Dom uses his unique set of skills to try to get you to orgasm, but the catch is that if you come, you will be punished.”

  Brie stopped walking in the middle of the trail to face her. “Holy crap. Did you come?”

  Mary’s smile grew wider. “I came again and again.”

  “On purpose?”

  “Fuck, no! The punishments hurt like hell. But as much as I didn’t want to, it just made my orgasms that much more intense. Knowing I was going to be severely punished just as I hit the peak of my orgasm…” She visibly shuddered. “Yeah, that’s a feeling I’ll never forget.”

  It was easy to see that Mary relished her memories of the experience, but then the girl was weird to begin with. “What kind of punishments, exactly?”

  “Paddles, canes, nipple clamps, anal hooks, suspension, humiliation…you name it. They want it to hurt, because they want you to be scared when you orgasm.”

  Brie’s heart raced at the thought. “I can’t imagine. It sounds terrifying, but kinda hot.”

  Mary patted her on the shoulder. “Even you, my wimpy friend, would love Initiation. Every Dom showcases his or her skill on you, determined to make you orgasm in front of the community. In one night I scened with every Dominant in the commune. The ceremony is pure genius!”

  “Genius how?”

  “I connected with every Dom on a personal level, experiencing their expertise as well as their favorite form of punishment. In one night, I became a real member of the community.”

  Brie could see how it was brilliant for the submissive, but what about their Dominant? She imagined Faelan watching Mary orgasm under the hands of other Dominants, only to see her repeatedly punished for it.

  “I don’t understand what’s in it for the initiate’s Dominant. I mean, how did Todd benefit from it?”

  “It’s an honor to share your submissive with the commune, Brie,” Mary said in a condescending tone. Then she elbowed her in the ribs, adding, “It also doesn’t hurt that he gets to play with every future sub who joins the commune. Whereas we poor subs only get one glorious night, the Dominants get to join in every single Initiation.”

  “And you don’t have a problem with that?”

  “Why would I? It’s only right that the new subs get to enjoy the same experience I had. And guess what? We’re having an Initiation next Friday. Although you’re not allowed to film it, Faelan has already discussed it with Master Gannon, and he has no issues with you watching as long as you don’t intervene in any way.”

  Brie kicked at a rock on the trail. “I wonder if I can handle it.”

  “Better bring a couple of towels. I’m telling you, Stinky Cheese, you’ve never seen anything more erotic. Only thing sexier is being the lucky girl herself.”

  Brie realized she was far too possessive to ever enjoy it, but getting to watch? Well, that would be a rare treat indeed.

  “After you see an Initiation, you won’t want to leave…”

  That evening, Mary and Faelan asked Brie to join them at the communal fire after dinner. She had watched the entire commune come together and share a meal, talking and laughing like a giant family. Although no one spoke to her directly, there was still a feeling of belonging as she consumed the meal the community had grown, harvested and prepared together. Brie understood why Master Gannon insisted on these community dinners. It allowed the group to connect on a different, less formal level.

  She joined Mary and Faelan behind the main building, around a giant fire pit encircled by rows of comfortable chairs. The group seemed even more relaxed and friendly as they shared stories and sang songs to the strum of a lone guitar.

  It reminded Brie of nights spent at summer camp, except for one major difference. Throughout the night, couples openly played with each other. Some left the group to finish their scene alone, but most stayed by the fire to play in front of the group.

  Brie watched covertly with lowered eyes as a couple beside her began their sexual dance. It started with a simple command for the sub to put her hands behind her back. The man ran his hands over her breasts complimenting her on the feel of them. The woman moaned into Brie’s ear, making her an accessory to their scene.

  He nibbled on the sub’s neck while he continued to massage her breasts. Brie saw his hand slip under her pants. The sub’s wiggles and jerking motions let Brie know he was hitting just the right spot.

  Soon the clothes became too limiting for him, and he slipped her pants down below her knees, commanding her to lean on Brie’s chair for support. Brie continued to stare at the fire, but all her senses were focused on the couple. Brie soon heard the slippery sound of the sub’s excitement as her Dom began pumping her with his fingers.

  The woman purred into Brie’s ear, begging him to use her. The Dom was cruelly playful and continued to stimulate his sub’s clit with his fingers, taking her close to climax without allowing her to come. It was not just his sub he was teasing, because the woman’s close proximity and her eager noises had Brie just as invested in her sexual release.

  Brie glanced to her left and saw that Mary and Faelan were playing with a female. Mary was kissing the girl passionately while Faelan used a small switch he’d found in the woods to make the sub squeal and wiggle as he whipped her fleshy ass.

  Looking up at the bright stars twinkling in the clear mountain air, Brie thought this would be heaven on Earth if she wasn’t alone and unplayed-with. To survive, she took on the attitude of a film director, noting the sounds and sights around her. Master Gannon had mentioned that she could film outside. If she could get a couple to agree, filming by the fire might prove the perfect way to capture the erotic nature of the outdoor play she was experiencing now.

  She suddenly had an image of Rytsar taking her by the fire on the night of her first auction and her pussy began to pulsate around the glass of her clit jewelry. Was it possible to come without any type of physical stimulation? Brie remembered h
ow susceptible she was to games of the mind and suspected that if she wasn’t careful she could unwillingly defy Sir’s order not to orgasm, and on her very first night there.

  Oh, the humiliation!

  The sub on her right was commanded to straddle the Dom and their sexual dance became a rock-and-roll session. He thrust his cock deep into her as she rolled her hips in sensual circles, stimulating his shaft more intensely. The two let out groans of passion as they played with one another.

  Brie diverted her attention back to Mary and Faelan, which wasn’t any help. Mary was under the girl, the two making out enthusiastically while Falean plowed his cock into the sub. Both girls moved in unison to the rhythmic impact of his thrusting, which was a visual turn-on for Brie. The fact that Faelan stopped every now and then to admire the two girls and to play with Mary’s clit was too much.

  Brie stared at the fire, but the sounds of passion were impossible to ignore. She got up and hurried into the woods, needing the silence of the forest. However, she quickly stumbled on a noisy threesome and decided to head for the bridge, hoping the rushing water would drown out any sound.

  What a wild place this commune was! Brie hadn’t expected that she would be so profoundly affected by it. Being free to play without any judgment or restrictions really did make for an erotic environment. She looked up at the night sky. More than ever, I’m missing you, Sir.

  Brie jumped when she felt something at her feet, then giggled when she saw it was only the black cat. “You scared me, big guy.”

  She picked up the large cat, surprised he wasn’t heavier. She turned him to face her. “Are you made of just fur?” The cat meowed, so Brie cradled him in her arms and started petting him, grateful for the company. His whole body vibrated with a deep purr.

  The sound warmed Brie’s heart, and the feelings of loneliness and desperation slowly eased. When her teeth started chattering from the cold night air, Brie put the cat down and made her way to Mary’s bedroom.

  To her delight, the cat followed her into the room and jumped onto the bed. “I have something I have to do,” she explained to the beast.

  Brie took off all her clothes, except for the jewelry snug against her clit, and knelt on the floor facing the direction of LA and her beloved Master. She placed her hands behind her back and thrust out her chest proudly for him.

  She closed her eyes, imagining Sir standing in front of her. He had instructed her that the moment she felt his touch on her head, she could go to sleep. Brie concentrated on her vision of him, imagining him moving throughout his day, going to the meeting with his lawyer, eating meals alone, taking a hot shower to end the day… Her heart ached that she had missed that time with him. “I love you, Sir.”

  The instant the words left her lips, she felt the warmth of his touch on her head. She opened her eyes in surprise, half expecting to see him there. The room was empty, but his presence lingered with her.

  Brie stood up and slipped under the covers, the black cat curling up beside her. She felt content on a level she hadn’t expected. Sir was right; this simple nightly protocol would bring her comfort and a needed connection with him.

  Mary came bounding in, scaring the cat out of the room. “Oh my God, I love it here!” She let out a happy sigh as she started stripping in front of Brie. “So sad you can’t partake of the fun, Stinky Cheese. Hope you brought your Hitachi, ‘cause you’re sure going to need it the next two weeks.”

  Heading off to the communal showers, Mary called behind her, “There’s an outlet on the right side of the bed, just in case you feel the need.”

  Brie wasn’t about to tell Mary about her orgasm restriction. That girl would cause her no end of grief if she knew. Instead, Brie curled up, wrapping the blankets tightly around her. After a long day of travel and the activities of the commune, it didn’t take long before she was sound asleep.

  Mary’s Triumph

  Mary shook Brie. “Get up, sleepyhead!”

  Brie grumbled and turned over, trying to ignore Mary. All week the girl had been hounding Brie to get up at the break of dawn. Just once, she wanted the chance to sleep in, but Mary refused to leave her alone.

  “You have to get up. I’ve arranged a breakfast with all the Doms who are scening with me today. I want them to feel comfortable around you, so you aren’t a distraction during my scene.”

  When Brie didn’t stir, Mary ripped off the blankets, exposing her to the cold morning air. Brie scrambled to get the blankets back, but wasn’t quick enough and finally conceded defeat, heading to the showers. Although Brie cherished her privacy, having communal showers had helped her to get to know a few of the other submissives.

  “Hey, Arial, how’s that calf muscle?” she asked, knowing the girl had strained it in an extremely challenging suspension position the day before. Brie had filmed the outdoor session, enchanted that the Dom used the branch of a tree as support.

  The brunette pixie got on her tiptoes and did a ballerina twirl. “Good as new.”

  “I have to say, suspension in the wilderness certainly adds an element of magic to the whole experience.”

  Arial smiled. “I do enjoy it whenever we have outdoor sessions. Being naked and bound in the warm sunlight is definitely arousing.”

  Brie looked down at her own white mound and laughed. “Unlike your tanned self, my pussy would have burned to a crisp with that kind of exposure.”

  Arial winked. “Oh, I remember the first day I experienced an intimate burn. Holy crap, that was intense!”

  “Stop with all the jibber-jabber,” Mary griped. “The men are waiting for us.”

  Brie hadn’t seen Mary so anxious or excited before. She hoped the scene would live up to Mary’s expectations and not end up being a painful disappointment. Mr. Gallant had warned them during training that there were some fantasies that might seem erotic, but were really a train-wreck waiting to happen—and Mary was famous for her train-wrecks. Brie dreaded witnessing another one.

  Mary’s three Doms were eating breakfast at a table on the patio. Brie instantly recognized two of them. Rajah, one of the Gatekeepers she’d met on her first day, and the cowboy, Marcus, who had partaken of Mary’s lips. The third man was a lean, dark African. The three men stood up as they approached, and for the first time since she’d been there, all three Doms acknowledged Brie by looking her directly in the eye. She instinctively lowered hers, but realized that she needed to behave like a film director, not a sub. Brie met their gazes and smiled as she shook each of their hands.

  “Thank you for allowing me to film you today, Rajah, Marcus and…”

  The third Dom took her hand in both of his and nodded formally. “I am Kamau.”

  She bowed instinctively—she couldn’t help herself. “Thank you, as well, Kamau.”

  The entire party sat down, with Mary placing herself in between two of the Doms, looking mighty pleased with herself.

  Rajah took Mary’s hand and turned it so her wrist was exposed. He lowered his head and bit down on it lightly as he stared at Brie with those mischievous green eyes. “We appreciate that our efforts will be recorded today. Not many women have the fortitude to attempt such a challenge.”

  “I can’t wait,” Mary said, her eyes flashing with lust and excitement.

  Marcus asked Brie, “Will you be filming several different angles for us?”

  “I plan to film three. Two stationary cameras will capture all the action from underneath, while the other will capture Mary’s reaction to your multiple attention. I’ll film the action as well, using a wider angle.”

  “Good,” Kamau stated. “I want to see the look on her face when I fuck her in the ass with two cocks already buried inside her pussy.”

  “The most important shot is capturing that moment when the head of your shaft breaches her entrance for the first time. Then I will pull back to film the three of you thrusting into her.” Brie’s pussy responded just talking about the scene about to take place, and she felt a blush creep over her cheeks. �
�I also want to capture your individual expressions.”

  The three men looked at each other and nodded. Marcus spoke for them. “That’s acceptable to us, Miss Bennett.”

  “Excellent.” She turned to Mary. “Does that sound good to you?”

  “Enough talk, already. I just want to get started, damn it.”

  Brie noticed that Mary hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast, and assumed she was on a twenty-four hour fast to prepare herself for this three-cock invasion. While Brie liked the men well enough, there was no way she would ever have agreed to taking them all at once. However, she had a perverted sense of curiosity, wanting to know whether Mary would be able to handle them all.

  The men finished their light meal, taking their time, knowing it was thoroughly testing Mary’s patience. It was obvious to Brie that they enjoyed the power play.

  To Mary’s credit, she didn’t hound the Doms to rush, but she kept glaring at Brie as if she were to blame.

  Faelan came up before they were done and shook the hands of all three men before pulling up a chair to join them. “Is she chomping at the bit?” Mary sat there silently while the men laughed. “Foolish question, I know. This girl of mine hasn’t talked about anything else for the past week.”

  “Do you plan to watch?” Brie asked Faelan.

  He smiled, shaking his head. “No, this little stunt is between Mary and these fine gentlemen. However, I do plan to watch the video.”

  Brie wondered what Faelan was thinking. Was he really as okay with this scene as he appeared?

  “It’s something all of us have been looking forward to,” Marcus said, touching the brim of his hat and nodding toward Mary.

  The sexual tension between the group was palpable, and Brie found herself squirming in her seat because of it. It did not go unnoticed by Faelan, but he just smiled at Brie. “Well, I will leave you all to your little experiment.” He slapped Kamau on the back. “Be gentle with her—I want my girl back in one piece when you’re done.”

  Faelan walked over to Mary, who stood up to receive his kiss. “Don’t push yourself too far. You’re more important than this little fantasy of yours.” His eyes glinted with that wild look Brie had seen before as he ran his hand down Mary’s front and cupped her pussy. “I consider this my property. Do not harm it.”