Page 109 of Brie's Submission
She immediately dropped onto all fours, but her spirit balked at what he was going to do next. She closed her eyes, but he would not allow her that escape.
“Open your eyes, pearl, and watch your Master adorn you.”
Brie turned her head and watched with trepidation as Marquis picked up the lube and coated the plug with it. He looked at her intently and he knelt down beside her. “How do you feel?”
Marquis was not asking her color, so she answered truthfully, “Frightened.”
“That is not acceptable. You are not thinking like a sub. You are allowing your ego to get in the way of what you desire. What is it you desire, pearl?”
She looked into his dark eyes, knowing the answer without a doubt. “To please you.”
“Yes. You know what I want and yet you are resistant.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“I do not need an apology. Tell me what you want.”
She answered hesitantly, “I want you to adorn me, Master.”
He shook his head. “That wasnotconvincing.”
Brie closed her eyes and focused on giving in to Marquis Gray’s desire.His pleasure is my pleasure…She imagined his groans of passion and it made her wet to think of it. Taking this plug could either be enticing, or she could choose to make it something negative, which was not his intent. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I want you to adorn your pony, Master.”
He nodded and coated the outside of her anus with the lubricant before pressing the toy against her tight sphincter. Brie pushed back against it, seeking the invasion of the plug. She groaned as the tip slipped in.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. Marquis continued to press it in farther, sliding the plug in and out so that her muscles could loosen and allow for deeper penetration. She moaned when he made the final push and her ass muscles clamped around the end. “Swing that tail for me, pearl,” he murmured in a low voice.
Brie wiggled her ass playfully and the long tail swished, brushing against her legs.
“Beautiful.” He picked up the bridle next and ordered her to open her mouth. He placed the thin metal bit between her teeth and directed her to turn around so that he could buckle it on. The straps ran over her nose and under her chin, attaching at the back with a long rein that he let fall down in front. She began salivating and realized this was his version of the ball gag.Why does the man have to be so thorough?
Marquis picked up his crop and lightly smacked her on the ass. “Yes, this will do nicely.” He picked up the reins from the floor and ordered her to crawl in a circle around him. He flicked the crop across her buttocks as she made her way around him. She wondered if the image reminded Lea and Mary of a horse in training.
“No, this won’t do,” he complained. “Stand up.”
Brie got onto her feet, very aware of the plug in her ass and the metal bit in her mouth. Strangely, neither was causing her distress.
“Prance for me,” he ordered. Brie automatically put her arms in front of her like a rearing horse and started gracefully prancing in a circle around him. She felt the gentle swish of the tail and wondered what it looked like in motion. He guided her with the reins as he smacked his crop against her ass with greater enthusiasm. “Faster, beauty.”
Brie kept up with his demands for speed, responding to the sting of the crop that warmed her ass. Then he had her change direction and warmed the other side. By the time he asked her to stop, she was panting for breath.
He snapped his fingers and a short wooden table was brought onto the stage. “Onto the table, pearl. I wish to thoroughly examine my pony before I ride her.”
Brie crawled onto the table and took on the stance of a proud mare, with her back arched and head held high—higher than a submissive was allowed. Marquis moved the reins to rest on her neck and put the crop down. His hands began to travel down her back and over her tender ass. “I appreciate the smooth round flank of a pony.” He continued down over her thigh to her calf, finally stopping on her vulnerable feet. “The temperament of a beast can be determined by how they respond to having their hooves handled. Any resistance is considered a bad sign.”
Brie understood the challenge and allowed him to lift her foot. Then he began tickling the arch. Her instinct was to pull away, but she endured his torture. He increased his cruelty by concentrating his efforts on her defenseless toes. Her loins contracted as she struggled not to move, but a giggle escaped past the metal bit.
He put her foot down and moved to the other side. Again his hands ran down her back, over the swell of her ass to her foot. The torture started up again. He found that spot in between her toes and brushed it ever so lightly. She jerked without meaning to.
He put her foot down slowly, without saying a word.A bad sign.He moved his hand up her back again, caressing the contours of her shoulder blades, then lower to appreciate the fullness of her breasts. Marquis Gray’s fingers trailed down the length of her arm before he picked up her hand and lightly traced her palm with his finger. It tickled, but not with the intensity her toes had. No, this was sensual, intimate contact that made her moist between the legs.
Marquis moved over to the other side and he repeated the examination. Once satisfied with her ‘hooves’, he began an inspection of her genital region. Brie bit down on the metal as he commanded she open her legs wider. His fingers explored her swollen lips and vagina clinically. It wasn’t the romantic touch of a lover. It was purposeful and without emotion, which turned her on even more.
He played with her juicy folds, commenting, “I see my filly is a wanton little thing.”
Marquis ended his inspection by moving to her head. He opened her mouth and made as if he was checking her teeth. She could smell and taste herself on his fingers. When he seemed satisfied with the health of her mouth, he stroked her neck. Once again, his touch was back to being sensual and arousing. He pulled her hair from her face and examined her ears last, first tugging and pulling gently on them, before blowing his moist breath into each one. It sent a shiver, both times, all the way to her aching groin.
He stood back from her and shook his head slowly. “Almost perfect. Almost…”
