Page 195 of Brie's Submission
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.
