Page 110 of Brie's Submission
She knew he was referring to her flinch and wondered what her punishment would be. “Stand up and face your Master.”
Brie stood in front of Marquis Gray, her head no longer lifted in pride. He moved her long curls to her back and commanded her to put her hands to her sides. “That hoof reaction must be dealt with. As your equine trainer, it is my duty.”
Brie nodded in pretended shame. She’d had no idea Marquis could be such a playful Dom. His many facets astounded her.
“Lift your head up and look to the ceiling, wanton pony.” She did, her breaths coming in quick gasps again. “Yes, I can see you know what must happen. Your heart races even now.”
The leather tongue of the crop caressed her torso, the lightness of the contact making it alluring and welcomed. Several times he trailed the crop down to her mound, letting it rest there to tease her. But when he moved back up and flicked her hard nipple with it, she closed her eyes.
Yes, Brie knew very well what was about to happen…
He snapped the crop directly onto her right nipple and she moaned at the pleasurable sting it caused. Her pussy began pulsating—she wanted more of his wicked attention.
“A good filly should not resist her Master’s touch. Do you understand?”
She nodded in breathless anticipation.
He snapped the crop against her left breast and she cried out, the tension in her pussy building up for release. “No coming,” he commanded. She shuddered, trying to curb the erotic flow mounting inside her.
He snapped the crop against her breasts several more times before turning her around and commanding she bend over. She leaned against the table, needing him to enter her now.But this isn’t about me…
Marquis Gray dragged the length of his crop across the crease of her ass. Her body responded favorably, remembering the cane, and she moaned. He began tapping her round buttocks with the crop, interspersing the motion with harder strokes. It teased her to distraction and she wiggled her ass suggestively, wanting him to take her.
His response was to give her two hard strokes that took her breath away, effectively putting her back in her place. He then went back to his tapping and stroking, reddening her pony ass with his crop. Just as with the cane, Marquis knew how to use his tool for maximum sexual arousal. Brie was gushing with need for her Dom.
He stopped unexpectedly and she felt him grab her sex, his middle finger slipping into her possessively. Brie’s muscles pulsated around his finger—she was dangerously close to coming. She whimpered but did not pull away, even though the contact was sending her over the edge. Instead, she bit down on her own arm, distracting herself from the impending orgasm. It slowly abated and she heard him say, “Well done, wanton filly.”
Marquis pulled her head back with the reins, making her pose attractively for the audience, and then continued to redden her ass with his crop. She loved the satisfying crack it made when it came into contact with her skin.
He laid his crop down and ran his hands over her buttocks. “It’s so beautiful. I simply must taste.” She felt his hot tongue caressing her stinging ass. Her need for him was so great it ate her up inside, and she whimpered loudly.
“Ponies don’t whimper,” he growled in her ear.
Brie had forgotten her place again. She washisinstrument of pleasure. She must deny her need for release, not assume he would grant it. He slapped her throbbing cheeks. She was a selfish little sub and she knew it. But oh, how her body loved and craved the attention!
“On the floor, filly.”
Brie got on all fours, aching for him. He pulled on the reins again, pulling her neck back in a graceful arch. “I am about to ride you, my wanton slut.”
The normally offensive word sounded sexy coming from his lips, and she moaned in response.I am your wanton slut… Mount me, Master!she cried silently.
Marquis knelt behind her, still holding the reins tight. He swished her tail to one side and pushed his curved shaft inside her. Brie moaned in ecstasy and discomfort. The butt plug made her extremely tight but she enjoyed the feeling. It forced her to relax so she could take his deep thrusting—and sheneededhis thrusting.
“You’re so tight, filly. Are you sure you can take all of me?”
Brie pushed against him, forcing his cock deeper.
“So be it.” He let go of the reins and grabbed her ass with both hands, giving her the fullness of his cock without restraint. Brie’s cries were somewhat muffled by the bit in her mouth, but they still rang loud and clear throughout the auditorium.
She felt him revving up for a quick climax and she had to quiet a whimper. His curved shaft was rubbing her G-spot deliciously because of the tightness. She started thrashing her head, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but she was too close…
“Come,” he demanded.
Tears of gratitude ran down her face, though she was unsure if his command had been out of kindness or simple coincidence. Regardless, she groaned against her bit, embracing the release she had tried heroically to hold back. He rammed his cock deep into her as her body squeezed his shaft with its rhythmic motion; she orgasmed so hard it almost hurt.
She trembled uncontrollably afterwards. With tender hands he unbuckled the bridle and removed the plug. He then picked her up in his arms. Marquis took her to the small room and lay with her once again. It was something she treasured about their encounters. He pulled her close and said, “I have not played with a pony before. Far more enjoyable than I imagined.”
She smiled at the thought that she was his first. “You didn’t miss a detail. From the bit to replace the ball gag to calling me a slut. But why?”
