Page 140 of Brie's Submission
He looked at her thoughtfully. “It is. You are spending the evening with Master Anderson. You will be joining him at the party he is hosting. Thank heavens the other two girls proved better cooks, or he would have nothing to serve.”
Brie made her way to Master Anderson. Her back tingled in remembrance of his masterful skill with the bullwhip. She wondered what to expect at the party. Would she be scrubbing toilets next?
She was surprised and disappointed that the other two girls were not in the room with the talented trainer. “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She remembered the ritual and readied to undress, but he told her, “There’s no time. Come bow before me.” She came over to him and offered the homage he was due. His deep voice reverberated in her loins. “You are a lovely thing. Stand up and serve your Master.”
She was grateful he didn’t comment on where she had been for the last two hours. Brie helped Master Anderson load up boxes of prepared food, then followed him to his car.
“Do you understand what will be asked of you tonight, Miss Bennett?”
“No, Master Anderson.”
On the drive to his place, he explained, “You will act as the gracious hostess. See to my guests’ food and beverage needs. Smile and move gracefully throughout the rooms as you care for my special guests. I want every eye on you. I want them to envy me for the beauty only I control.”
The way Master Anderson talked made her long to please him. “It will be my honor, Master Anderson.”
“Tonight I would prefer you to simply call me Master, young Brie.”
She thought it was funny that Marquis had forbidden her from using that title a short time earlier. “Yes, Master.”
When they got to his home, an old Victorian, he directed her to his bedroom. “Your clothes are laid out for you. Dress and return to me.”
Brie hurried to the door he’d pointed out. It was definitely a masculine bedroom, with a dark brown color scheme, a leather lounger, and sports equipment on the wall. If his decor was any indication, the man was heavily into rowing and archery.
He had chosen a formfitting black dress for her, along with fishnet hose and five-inch heels. She appreciated his thoughtfulness concerning the heels. She gratefully exchanged six-inch for five and sought out her Dom for the evening.
“Ah, my beauty. Come to your Master.”
Brie walked up to him and was taken by surprise when he grabbed her ass and pressed her against his waist. His massive arousal was easy to detect beneath his business suit. “I remember your courage, young Brie. It stirs your Master to think of it.”
She wanted to service his need and asked, “How may I please you, Master?”
His smile was devastating, almost heart-stopping. “As we still have a bit before guests arrive, I believe now is a good time to show you my Room. I have a much nicer set-up in my other home…”
He walked her down a narrow hallway and unlocked the door at the end, then ushered her inside. It was illuminated by a soft, candle-like glow. She was immediately drawn to the wall of extensive BDSM toys and equipment, including his infamous bullwhip.
“Lie on the table so that I may play with you.”
“Do you want me to disrobe, Master?”
“Only the dress and panties.”
He went over to his wall and scanned his equipment, apparently looking for something in particular while she removed the clothes and lay down for him.
“Ah, there it is…”
Master Anderson approached Brie, holding a black hood. She felt a bit queasy as he gently placed it over her head and secured it around her neck. It took away a sense of self to have the hood cover her face, and she didn’t like it.
“First time with a hood?” he asked, although it sounded as if he already knew her answer.
She nodded, feeling mute under the black sheath.
“It will heighten different senses. Don’t you feel it?”
She realized he was right. Her sense of touch was magnified because of her sight and sense of smell being taken away. Even her sense of hearing was affected as she listened to herself breathe inside the hood.
She felt a light, prickling sensation run up her inner thigh. Goose bumps took over the area. She heard his light chuckle. “You must be new to the Wartenberg Wheel as well. It is a charming tool. I can lightly tickle or bring prickling pain.” She stiffened at his words, but he responded by caressing her thigh with his warm hand. “I do not cause pain needlessly, young Brie. Every tool, every action is gauged to bring the most pleasure. Tonight, I tease your body as I acquaint you with something new.”
