Brie Submits to her Master (After Graduation, #2) (3 page)

Lea smiled wickedly. “You want me to invite Mary?”

Brie swatted her on the butt. “I can’t believe you just went there, Lea! I retract my previous invite.”

Lea pouted. “No… I’m sorry. I want to see your new place. Let me make it up to you. Why did the submissive cross the road?”

Brie shook her head.

“To get some hits.”

“That was pathetic, Lea. You get no brownie points for that one.”

“Okay, okay. If you are hankering for a spirited spanking, when your Dom tells you to look him in the eye, look at him cross-eyed.”

Brie couldn’t help it, she giggled at the stupid joke.

“There! See, I made you laugh. Now you have to let me come and help you unpack.”

Several of the other subs chuckled in the background. Brie looked at them for sympathy. “Was that
really
worth a re-invite?”

Most smiled and voiced their support of Lea, but the oldest sub, the one who had expressed her doubts about Sir’s choice, glared at her.

Lea jumped in. “There you go. They said yes, so now you have to let me come.”

Brie was about to answer when the door opened. Sir appeared in the doorway, filling the small space with his commanding presence. Brie instantly jumped to attention, bowing her head.

His aura filled the room. The silence expanded until Sir asked, “How is the additional training going, Ms. Taylor?”

“Great, Sir.”

“No issues?”

She hesitated for only a second before answering truthfully, “I do have my areas of weakness, Sir.”

“As do we all,” he replied generously before asking the group, “How are the rest of you faring?”

All of the girls answered at once, making it impossible to understand them. He chuckled lightly. “I see… I expect that each of you is putting forth your best effort.”

Sir addressed Brie last. “Come, téa. I have something special for you.”

She loved that he called her
by his pet name in front of the others. It emphasized her new status. Brie shivered in pleasure when he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Good evening, ladies,” he stated as he led Brie out of the room. She felt the jealous glares as she left, but she didn’t mind—not one bit.

“Did you enjoy your time with the other subs, téa?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “It was good to see Lea, Master. I’ve missed her.”

He chuckled. “You two are unusually close. It was pleasant to watch as you were training. I appreciated when you brought Mary into the fold.”

Brie snorted in disgust.

“Do not be so quick to dismiss her,” Sir stated as they walked down the hallway.

Brie tried to hide her resentment. “I will try not to, Master.”

“Téa, try is not what I am asking from you.”

She realized what he was demanding of her and reformed her answer. “I will do my best, Master.”

He smiled down at her. “See that you do.”

Brie pressed her cheek against his muscular arm, grateful that he challenged her to think beyond herself. “Master?”

“Yes?”

“Would it be agreeable if Lea helped me unpack this weekend?”

He chuckled at the request. “I suspect the apartment will be filled with laughter. Yes, I find that agreeable.”

“Thank you, Master.” Brie squeezed his arm.

“Unfortunately, I have some unpleasant news, téa. Tonight I learned that
Celestia, Marquis’ sub, suffered a burst appendix while visiting her parents in Seattle. Marquis Gray has traveled to attend to her.”

“Is she okay?” Brie hated to think of anything bad happening to the kind-hearted woman.
Celestia had been with her the night of graduation and had proven to be quite a comfort during Mary’s betrayal.

“She underwent emergency surgery and, from what I was told, she is recovering well. We will visit and provide a meal on their return.”

She noticed that he was leading her towards the kitchen area and her heart sank. The last thing she wanted was another cooking lesson.

Brie glanced up and saw a playful smirk on his lips. She dutifully slowed down as they approached the dreaded room forty-two, but Sir walked past it. So cooking was not on the schedule for the night!

“Normally, non-trainers are not allowed back here. However, while the classes are on hiatus, and in honor of my service, the staff has graciously offered me free run of the lower level.”

There were still rooms Brie had yet to explore. Her heart raced faster the further down the hall they went. What was waiting for her behind those closed doors? Which one would it be?

Sir finally stopped at the end of the hall: They couldn’t be any farther from the others—no one would hear her screams.

“Tonight’s training begins.”

As he opened the door, the butterflies began. What did Sir have planned for her this time?

The opposite side of the room was covered in mirrors. In the center
was a small table and an apparatus that looked like a padded balance beam with a wooden pole attached to the head of it vertically.

“My own invention.
It allows the sub control over the scene even when gagged. It also requires complete focus. Excellent for building a sub’s endurance.”

Brie stared at it, her eyes growing wider with each passing second.

Sir laughed warmly. “I am not planning to torture you. Where’s the trust, my little sub?”

She glanced up at Sir apologetically.
“Momentary lapse of reason, Master. I trust you completely.”

He turned from her and muttered, “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

Her mouth fell open. Was he teasing her?

As Sir walked towards a cabinet in the far corner he instructed, “Undress completely and lie on your back. I want you to hold onto the pole with both hands.”

Brie’s whole body was trembling as she undid her corset and slipped out of her garter and hose. Sir already had her tense with anticipation. With his limitless experience, anything was possible tonight.

She gingerly lay down on the beam that looked to be about eight inches wide. Sir was
right, she had to concentrate to balance her body on it. Brie bent her knees and placed her feet together to keep her balance. She then lifted her hands over her head too fast and nearly fell off the beam. She stopped to regain her composure before gripping the pole tightly with both hands.

Sir returned to her with a metal box in one hand and several items in the other. He looked down at her and smiled. “You must maintain your balance the entire time, téa.
No matter what I do to you.”

She nodded, looking up at him apprehensively, but unable to hide the excitement he inspired.

He put down the items on the table and proceeded to run his fingers over the length of her. Brie bit her lip, her skin tingling with the intensity of his touch, her nipples already painfully erect with need. He slipped his fingers between her legs. “As I expected. You enjoy the prospect of the unknown.”

Sir picked up a piece of cloth. “Let’s add to the experience. Lift your head and open your mouth.” He quickly placed the cloth in her mouth and tied it. There was an added sense of vulnerability in not being able to speak.

“If I do anything you cannot handle, let go of the pole. The instant you do I will stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded with lustful eyes
, watching his every move.

“Instead of a blindfold, I have something more romantic.
” He opened the white box and pulled out a huge red rose. He lifted it to his nose and smelled it, smiling at her. Then he put it under her nose and she breathed in its sweetness. He rubbed the soft petals against each nipple, then crushed the flower in his hand. “Close your eyes.”

Brie did as he asked and felt the cold, velvet petals fall on her eyelids.

“A slight turn of your head and they will fall away. You are in complete control of this session, even though you are figuratively blind and bound.”

Brie’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. He hadn’t even started yet and she was a delicious mess.

She heard him unsnap the lock on the metal box. He began riffling through, chuckling softly to himself. She heard him lay several items on the table, then shut the case.

“The human brain is a hotbed of imagination, capable of taking a simple stimulus and magnifying it many times greater than it is. I am going to leave you here, téa. Let your mind run wild.”

She whimpered when she heard him walk away.

“This is my gift to you,” he said before shutting the door.

Brie lay there on the thin length of wood smiling to herself. Sir certainly knew how to play her. Would he watch her from a camera, or had he rejoined the others while she contemplated what he would do?

Brie felt the tension of her stomach muscles as she remained stagnant on the balance beam. Luckily for her, the temperature of this room was pleasant and did not distract.

She imagined what he had placed on the table beside her. Was one of the items a Wartenberg wheel? Her skin instantly developed goosebumps at the mere thought. Could it be a variety of colored waxes? Brie’s nipples ached at the thought of the hot wax rolling down them. Maybe he was planning something more intense. Were there clothespins or possibly nipple clamps on that table?

Would he do something she’d experienced before?
Probably not…

When she heard him standing outside the door she held her breath, not wanting to lose her balance in the yearning he caused.

His Electric Touch

Sir entered the room quietly. She heard his footsteps as he walked to the far corner of the room. She silently questioned what he was doing until he volunteered the answer. “I do not care to have our private affairs recorded.” So he was blinding the camera. It made the encounter seem much more personal, but also a little dangerous.

The distinct sound of his dress shoes as he approached made the butterflies in her stomach swarm. “Are you ready to begin, téa?”

Brie nodded slightly, so she did not displace the petals.

She heard him pick up something from the table and then buzzing filled the room.

The violet wand…

Brie wobbled on the beam as he drew near her. “We begin on the lowest setting.” She felt the contact of the smooth glass as the sound of static filled the air and tiny electrical bursts tickled her stomach.

She giggled into her gag, loving the feel of it. Sir moved it over her body, letting every area of her skin feel the stimulating effects of the device from her shoulders to her toes.

No wonder Lea likes it so much!

He disengaged for a moment and she heard the frequency of the wand increase. She whimpered, inadvertently jumping when it sparked against her skin. She had to quickly right herself or risk falling off as Sir glided it under the crease of her breasts before lightly touching the tips of her nipples. The current was still light enough to be tingling and she moaned into her gag, a gush of wetness flowing between her legs.

Sir slowly
lifted her right leg and brushed the sole of her foot. Her pussy contracted in pleasure. With careful precision he lifted her other leg, holding her so that she did not fall as he caressed the sole of her left foot with the wand. She squealed into the gag when he slowly moved up her leg towards her mound. He brushed it lightly, a feeling of fizzy bubbles lingering after the pass.

Then he
gently put her legs back down and let her regain her balance before he let go and turned off the wand. A few seconds later it was on again, the frequency of the wand much louder.

“Now this is where your concentration will come into play. The intention is not an exercise of endurance; it is about embracing a new stimulation. When it becomes unpleasant, I want you to let go of the pole.”

Brie swallowed hard. So far it had been refreshingly ticklish. Nothing like the electric shocks she had been expecting. Now she was about to feel the bite of the device. The buzz itself was intimidating, but knowing that Sir had turned up the intensity had her quaking on the beam even before contact.

He had attached a different apparatus; it was not a smooth surface, but felt more like a pointed tip. It concentrated the electricity considerably. He ran it down the length of her torso. Brie really did jump this time and had to tighten her grip on the pole to steady
herself. It made the hair on her skin stand, but the sensation reminded her more of a nail being dragged across her skin rather than the intense stinging she’d expected.

“Would you like to try another pass?” he asked with a lustful growl.

There was something incredibly sexy in the exchange of pleasure and pain with her Master. She nodded and the stinging burn traveled down the other side of her torso. Sir’s fingers found their way between her legs and he groaned. “Your pussy speaks clearly.” He played with her slippery clit, rubbing it sensuously.

Sir slipped his finger inside Brie and stroked her G-spot several times, teasing her before pulling out and slowly dragging the wand over her pelvis. She whimpered in pleasure. “Open your legs,” he commanded.