Page 143 of Brie's Submission
Lea stuck her hand in and swirled it around a few times before choosing. She pulled out a piece of paper, which Ms. Clark took from her. The Domme opened it up and announced, “Master Anderson.”
Lea obediently walked over to the trainer and handed over her book. Brie couldn’t help noticing the blush that colored both Lea’s cheeks and her chest.Must be happy about getting Master of the Bullwhip as her partner.
Ms. Clark skipped over Brie and went to Mary next. Mary dug into the bag and unceremoniously handed her choice over to Ms. Clark. “Master Coen,” the trainer stated.
Mary dutifully handed her journal to the muscled trainer. Knowing of her friend’s hots for the guy, Brie suspected she was pleased, but Mary didn’t show it.
Ms. Clark then turned to Brie. Only three names remained: Sir, Marquis, and…Ms. Clark. Brie tentatively put her hand into the bag, as if it were full of poisonous snakes. As soon as her fingers landed on a piece of paper she grasped it. She was certain it was the Domme’s name, but her fingers wouldn’t let it go. Brie slowly drew it out and handed it over with an inward groan. She watched Ms. Clark’s face as the trainer opened it and was disheartened when her eyes narrowed.
Double crap!
The Domme frowned when she announced, “Sir Thane Davis.”
Brie wobbled a little, not quite believing it.
“Don’t just stand there. Hand the journal over, Miss Bennett,” she barked.
On feet that seemed not to touch the ground, Brie glided over to Sir and gave him her precious fantasy journal. His face was devoid of emotion as he took it from her. Brie did not miss the look of reservation on Marquis’ face and understood that Sir would have to tread lightly.
As she walked back to the girls, she gave them a huge victory grin.A whole night alone with Sir!She could just die.
Her joy was soon tempered, however. After Ms. Clark sat down, Sir addressed the girls. “Tonight you will each be working with one of the trainers in an area requiring specific expertise. Based on your recent questionnaires, as well as our observations over the last six weeks, we feel tonight’s exposure will benefit you. If the experience proves to be more than you can handle, you are free to use your safe words. Keep in mind that you are in the hands of experts. We would not jeopardize your health or well-being.” His warning sent prickles down Brie’s back.
“Miss Wilson, you have expressed an interest in blood play. Marquis Gray is well versed in the practice, so you will join him in room nineteen.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Mary said, her voice hinting at her obvious excitement.
“Miss Bennett, you will be joining Ms. Clark to experience erotic hypnosis in room thirty.”
Brie wanted to cry out for mercy, but she bowed her head and said, “Thank you, Sir.” If enduring Ms. Clark was the price she must pay to be with Sir, so be it.
“Ms. Taylor, you have shown interest in fisting. Master Coen has extensive experience with the practice. You will join him in room two.”
“Oh, thank you, Sir!”
Brie shuddered. What was Lea thinking? That girl was into all kinds of kink.
“Miss Bennett and Ms. Taylor, you may re-dress before you follow your trainers out. Miss Wilson, you are free to leave with Marquis Gray.”
Mary looked positively radiant as she followed Marquis out the door. Lea quickly slipped on her thong and practically skipped behind Master Coen. Brie took her time as she retied her corset. Ms. Clark was not in the mood to wait and came over. She tied it far tighter than Brie was used to. The trainer looked her over and said, “Now you look enchanting.”
Brie had to slow her breathing to endure the tightness of the corset. Although the tighter look appealed to Ms. Clark, it made serious demands on Brie’s body. It reminded her of Tono’s binding, but was not nearly as sexy.
She left the safety of the panel to follow the Domme to their designated room. Brie had images of being made to cluck like a chicken. She thoroughly expected to be humiliated by the woman, but at least she had the safe word. Tonight, of all nights, she was grateful for that power.
Their heels echoed through the hallway together. There was something sexy about the sound of it. Ms. Clark opened the door to a room which contained a bed, a table set with candles, and a single red satin chair.
“Undress except for the corset and lie on the bed.”
Her Mistress went to a panel on the wall, and suddenly the air was filled with soft music. She lit the candles before she turned down the lights. Mistress looked approvingly at Brie and said, “Your body looks charming in candlelight.”
Two compliments within minutes of each other? It didn’t seem natural, but Ms. Clark sounded sincere. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Mistress removed her jacket and shirt sensually, then she unzipped her tight business skirt and shimmied it to the floor. Ms. Clark certainly had a knack for stripping. She stood before Brie in a red bra and thong, with black garter belt and hose accenting her long shapely legs. Brie found herself thinking again,If I had a thing for women, I think I would be in love.
“Close your eyes and let me touch you. Listen to my words, but do not feel the need to focus. Let go and relax…”
At first, Brie felt stupid. Her Domme lightly brushed her hands over Brie’s skin, but she couldn’t stop herself from twitching when Mistress grazed her mound.
