Page 142 of Brie's Submission
She felt Master Anderson leave her side, but was distracted when her other partner began nibbling on her hip bone. It was light and ticklish, making her twist and writhe underneath him. His laughter had a lilting quality she found charming. He continued to tease her until Master Anderson returned.
She saw he had a set of nipple clamps in his hand, connected by a delicate chain. She bit her lip, feeling her loins close up. Clamping her nipples had never been enjoyable. It was simply something to endure for her Dom’s pleasure.
“Not a fan of the clamps?” Master Anderson asked.
She snuck a peek at him. “No, Master.”
“Shall I change that?”
Brie doubted he had that kind of power, but she appreciated his offer. “Please, Master.”
She watched as he unscrewed the alligator clamps. He turned to her other partner and said, “Cobar, would you do the honors?”
Cobar’s dark hands moved to her nipples, and he began pinching and tugging on them ever so lightly. Because she was already sensitized to his unique touch, her nipples hardened instantaneously.
“I see you have a way with her,” Master Anderson commented. “Very good.” He placed the device on her nipple and clamped it shut. It barely squeezed her nipple because it was so loose. Then he began tightening the screw. “Let me know when it starts to feel uncomfortable.”
Brie nodded and soon voiced her discomfort. He turned it one more full rotation and she squeaked. “It will start to feel better in a few seconds.” He moved to the other nipple and used the same technique. Brie’s nipples throbbed, but not in an unbearable way like they had in the past, and she felt the heat rush to her pussy. Master Anderson truly was a talented Dom. No wonder Sir respected him so much.
“And now for the pièce de résistance.” He put the chain in her mouth. “Pull on it to your comfort level. Up and side to side.”
Brie did as he asked and felt her nipples tug in the direction of her mouth. It was erotic to have that kind of control over her own nipple stimulation. She experimented with how much tension she could handle, completely forgetting about the men until Master Anderson spoke.
“I never tire of that, Cobar. I don’t believe there is anything more exquisite than a woman pleasuring herself.”
“Although it is beautiful, Brad, there is something I enjoy more.” Her new partner moved between her legs and started fingering her pussy, taking light licks of her clit. Brie moaned against the chain.
“Somehow, I’m not surprised…” Master Anderson murmured as he leaned over and began sucking on her neck.
Oh, my God, I am in sub heaven, Brie thought.
Mind Over Matter
After such an erotic party, Brie had struggled to fall asleep. She’d never guessed what hotness lay behind Master Anderson’s reserved manner. That Dom was a submissive’s dream—if that sub wasn’t already torn between four men. Brie chose not to dwell on her decision. She trusted Sir’s assertion that comparing Dominants side by side would make it evident who was her true Master. Besides, Brie wasn’t about to let her indecision ruin her last few days of training.
She was surprised the next evening when she entered the room for her practicum. Lea was already there, kneeling in her ritual pose, waiting for acknowledgement. Brie quickly stripped off her corset and knelt beside her. Even though they couldn’t speak to one another, it was exciting to be in class together.
Mary showed up a minute later and bowed at the threshold of the door.
Sir’s smooth voice flowed over Brie. “Before you begin your practicums tonight, we have a longstanding tradition at this school.” He stood up and walked over to Lea first. “Stand before the panel, Lea Taylor.”
Lea stood up, but kept her head bowed.
He walked to Brie next and touched her on the shoulder. She trembled under his hand and wondered if he could feel it. “Brianna Bennett, stand before the panel.”
She rocked back on her heels and stood up. His proximity felt like the disturbance in the air before a lightning strike.
He walked over to Mary last. “Mary Wilson, come forward and stand before the panel.”
Mary moved up beside Brie. The three submissives were now in a straight line in front of the panel. It felt like old times again.
Master Coen spoke to the students. “You are coming to the end of your training at the Center. As a reward for your dedication, one of your trainers will fulfill the last entry in your journal.”
Brie stopped breathing.Please don’t let it be Ms. Clark!
Marquis Gray stood up with their fantasy journals. He walked over and handed them out to each of the girls. “You will pick a name at random. The trainer selected is your partner for the scene. You will then hand over your journal.” He sat back down before adding, “Expect to hear from your chosen trainer tomorrow before class begins.”
Ms. Clark got up next and walked over to the girls, holding a red velvet bag in her hand. She addressed Lea first—naturally. “Pick a name, Ms. Taylor.”
