Page 114 of Brie's Submission
He moved on to Lea next. “When you enter the classroom, you are to strip off your panties and leave them by the door. You are then to present yourself in a kneeling position with your knees shoulder length apart. You may not release from the position until you have been given permission. Do so now.”
Brie held her breath as she waited for Sir to command her. Anytime she was given his full attention, she felt unadulterated bliss. She dared to look him in the eye, melting in the heat of his gaze. “Miss Bennett, when you enter the room you are to take off your corset and leave it at the entrance. Kneel in front of the panel with your legs closed, put your arms behind your back so that your breasts are fully presented. You are not to move until you are given permission. Do so now.”
Brie quickly untied the corset and placed it by the frame of the door. Then she gracefully glided over to the panel. She knelt down slowly, basking in the joy of her femininity. She would bet that even Ms. Clark was enjoying the view…but knowing her, probably not as much as the sight of Lea’s hot little beaver.
Sir continued with his instructions, telling the girls which Dom they had been paired up with for the evening. “Miss Bennett, you will be working with Master Coen tonight.” Her bottom tingled in remembrance of the trainer’s spanking. What would the muscular Coen have for her tonight?
After he had assigned each girl her Dom, Marquis Gray stood up and walked over to Lea. He placed his hand on her head and said, “You may stand and serve me.”
Master Anderson approached Mary and said, “On your feet, slave. Attend to your Master.”
Brie felt Master Coen beside her. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her chin up with gentle force. “It’s time.” She rose from the floor, gathered her corset, and followed him to a secluded corner to listen to his orders.
“You will get into your car and check your text. There you will find my next set of instructions. Be aware that when you hit the record button, the images will go directly to my phone. You also cannot text when it is recording.”
Brie looked at her cell phone and saw a large, red record button on the upper right. This wasnotan ordinary cell phone.
“Everything you need to know will be explained in the text.” His eyes held a mischievous glint when he ordered her to leave.
Brie glanced over and saw that the other girls were being given explicit instructions. It didn’t seem fair, but she was desperate not to fail her practicum so she obeyed her Master and left the Center. Once inside her car, she flipped the phone open and read his first text.
Proceed to the Supermart ten minutes from the school. Purchase hairbrush (thick handle), clothespins, Velcro w/ adhesive on back, condoms and a red bandana. Once items are attained, text your Master.
Brie felt nervous excitement as she put the phone down and started her car. Master Coen was a wildcard. She wasn’t sure if he liked her or not, but she would do everything in her power to please him.
She drove to the huge store and got out of her car, tightening the belt of her coat. She hadn’t gone anywhere public in her school uniform before, and was taken aback when a man walking towards her gave her a complete up and down before whistling. Brie looked to the ground and tried to calm the blush threatening to take over. Wearing her uniform in the vanilla world made her feel exposed, even with the long coat.
She made her way into the store and quickly collected the things on the list. She stood in line and watched her items go into the bag, one by one. Her excitement was heightened at knowing that they were most likely going to be used on her.
She thanked the cashier before texting her trainer.Items purchased, Master.
Immediately the phone vibrated with her next task:Find secluded area in store. You will be playing w/ yourself for my pleasure. Set up phone to record and then text. You have 10 min.
Brie’s breath caught in her throat. Ten minutes to find a place and set up the camera? It seemed impossible! She looked around wildly, trying to figure out where she could do it. She knew there would be a break room and a stockroom, but she might get caught by an employee, which would cause all kinds of unwanted trouble. The only place she could think to do it was the bathroom, but how could she pleasure herself on a toilet? It wouldn’t do.
Time was ticking and Brie started to sweat. She suddenly had a flash of brilliance and literally ran to the kitchen department. She grabbed a large cutting board and then headed to the bedroom department, where she snatched up a small pillow. With both items procured, she made her way through the express lane. The cashier looked through her other bags, double-checking she hadn’t stolen anything. Brie tried to remain calm, but knew she was losing precious minutes.
When she got the okay, she took her many bags and ran to the bathroom. She sought out the large handicapped stall and slammed the door shut. She laid her cutting board over the seat of the toilet, put the pillow against the back of it, and then lined up each of the items on the edge of the board for easy access. Next she peeled off the backing of the adhesive and placed a piece of Velcro on the phone. She quickly checked for the right camera angle, estimating where to stick it on the metal door. She looked at the phone and saw she still had a minute left.
Brie ran to the sinks and quickly washed her hands. A woman came in and headed towards her stall.
Brie cried out, “No, no, no!” She rushed past and slammed the door of the stall behind her. She immediately texted Master Coen:Master, camera is set up. Will do quick record & check back to see if you like angle.
She hit the record button and pressed the phone against the Velcro. Then she gingerly sat down on the cutting board, careful not to move her items, and waved at the phone. She got up, stopped recording and texted,To your liking?
He responded,Camera is fine. Attach clothespins to nipples. Place condom over hairbrush handle. Tie bandana over eyes. Count to 200 while you play w/ clit then fuck yourself with hairbrush. Scream my name when you come. If you please me, I will use hairbrush when you return.
Brie’s heart was pounding as she placed the camera back on the door and hit the record button. She could hear the woman washing her hands and prayed no one else would come in until she had finished. As much as she dreaded the thought of being caught, there was a thrill at doing something so private in a public setting.
She laid her coat on top of the bags before untying her corset and pulling off her panties. She left everything else on in case she needed to make a quick exit. She sat back down on her board and leaned against the pillow while looking at the phone with a playful smile.Master Coen has such a wicked mind!
Brie picked up the first clothespin and attached it to her innocent nipple. She squealed when the wooden tip closed down on it.OMG, that hurts!She took several deep breaths before she attached the other one. Brie bit her lip and groaned. She slowed her breathing down and accepted the throbbing pain.
She opened her eyes and unwrapped a condom, then slowly covered the handle of the hairbrush, imagining that it was Master Coen’s cock. When it was completely covered, she looked at the camera and nodded. Then she placed it down and picked up the bandana. Brie rolled the cloth up and tied it over her eyes. Losing her sight made everything more intense and had the added benefit of calming her.
She spread her legs apart and began playing with her clit, mouthing the numbers slowly to two hundred. First, she twirled her fingers lightly over her pussy, wetting her fingers with her excitement. Then she slowly inserted a finger, moaning softly as she did. After several thrusts, she flicked her clit again. This time she got into it, feeling the heat begin. Desperate for penetration, she thrust two fingers back inside, pumping herself the way a man would drive his cock into her. However, the stimulation to her clit had had more effect, so she pulled out and began rubbing it vigorously, mewing under her breath.
Brie imagined how she looked—wearing a blindfold with her legs spread and her nipples clamped—while eagerly playing with herself. It was so naughty that she could almost have come just by thinking about it.…one hundred ninety-eight, one hundred ninety-nine, two hundred…
