Page 108 of Brie's Submission
But she whimpered when he pulled back the hood of her clit and sucked on her defenseless nub. He was relentless as he held her down and teased it. Just when she felt her pussy burn with orgasmic energy, he stopped.
Her senses came back to earth and she became aware of Mary and the host Dom going at it. Brie made a quick sideways glance. Mary was quite the loud, passionate table as he pounded her in the ass.
Her attention was instantly redirected when her partner grabbed her chin and forced her to look upwards.Crap!She was far too curious to make a good inanimate object.
She heard him unbuckle his pants and then unzip. He didn’t even bother taking them off. He slid his cock inside her and began thrusting away. His strokes were long but unhurried. Brie kept her eyes on the speck, wondering why his detached taking of her made her so hot. She concentrated on his heavy breathing, grateful to be used in this way—his vessel of pleasure.
Her Dom leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands. “I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” He kissed her then, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. The man claimed her with his lips as he fucked her. It was intoxicating and her body steadily climbed towards its climax.
She felt him stiffen and then he groaned into her mouth as he came. Brie’s body pulsed with need, but he pulled out and zipped back up. She was disheartened, but understood that as an object, personal fulfillment was not an option.
Brie noticed that Mary was no longer vocalizing, which indicated that her session was over as well. Then the host Dom asked her partner, “So, how was the Brie?”
Brie heard him get up from the floor as he answered in the positive. “Quite satisfying.”
“Glad to hear it. So I’ll be seeing you at the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes. Until then.” The two shook hands. After Brie’s partner had left, their Dom addressed each of the girls.
“Miss Wilson, job well done. You may leave to clean up.”
He walked over to his golden statue. “Ms. Taylor. Your performance was less than stellar.” He caressed her large breasts and then tweaked one of her nipples. Lea didn’t make a peep. He continued, “As far as I am concerned, you’ve learned your lesson and been properly punished. I see no reason to speak of it with your trainers.”
Lea bowed her head and said softly, “Thank you, Master.”
“My assistants will help you clean up.” Two women instantly appeared and led her away.
He walked over to Brie last. “Miss Bennett, you performed satisfactorily. You may be excused as well. Go down the hall to your right, where you will find a private bathroom with your clothing.”
Brie got up from the table, still a tangle of sexual nerves. He called after her, “You do not have permission to masturbate.”
She turned around and bowed obediently. “Thank you, Master.”
There was something oddly arousing at being denied her own pleasure. Tonight had opened up yet another sexual option to explore, and Brie was thrilled at the prospect of navigating it more thoroughly.
Marquis Plays with His Pet
The next day, Marquis presented Brie with another lesson on objectification in the auditorium. She had no idea what she was walking into when she joined him on the stage. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the table he had set up for her. On it were four items: a crop; a leather, strappy contraption with a small metal bar; lubricant, and…a butt plug with a long, flowing tail. She knew exactly where he was taking her with this practicum, and it unnerved her.
“Tonight is about what I want, pearl.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And what I want is to attach this lovely bridle to your face, insert this plug deep in your ass and watch you swish that tail for me.” He held up the crop and looked at her lustfully. “Then I will play with my pony using the crop before I fuck her hard.”
Brie’s heart beat a mile a minute. He was asking her to play out the scene she had ended with another Dom. Marquis always insisted on pushing her. Every one of his lessons took her further than she wanted to go. What surprised her was that a part of her wanted to be Marquis’ pony.
“If it pleases you, Master.”
“Undress where you are.”
Brie immediately undid her corset and let it drop to the stage floor. She stepped out of it and removed her heels next, leaving her panties and hose for last. She stood there waiting silently for his next command, her short breaths coming in quick succession.
“Come to your Master and let him ready you for play.”
She walked over to Marquis slowly, drawn to him like a magnet; frightened of the feelings he inspired yet hungry to let them play out.
“On your hands and knees.”
