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He slid himself in and then all the way back out several times, teasing her pussy with his cock. Soon Brie’s legs began to shake. Tono leaned forward as he pushed deeper into her. “Point your toes and reach for the ceiling.”
She followed his instructions and found it helped with the shaking.
“I’m going to ramp it up, little one.” He grabbed onto her thighs and began pumping his manhood into her.
She panted as she struggled to keep her legs straight under his onslaught. “You are allowed to come, my slave, but only if you do not move.” One of his hands moved to her clit and began flicking it vigorously.
By then, Brie’s stomach muscles were aching from her efforts to keep her legs straight, but it added to the whole experience and she felt her inner muscles start to contract. Her body released all of the pent-up desire she had built up during the scene. Her passionate moans filled the small auditorium. His masculine grunts soon followed as he pumped his seed into her.
Tears of effort fell from her eyes. “I can’t last much longer…” she whimpered.
“A little longer is all I ask,” he answered, as he pulled away from her and petted her sex. “This is the first time I’ve had the chance to enjoy your bare mound, toriko. It is a lovely flower, especially after just being taken.” He pushed her farther onto the table and took her legs, slowly bending them and placing them back down so she could rest.
“You look beautiful, my little slave. It is a shame that I must release you from the wax.”
The assistant returned with a large knife. Brie’s eyes widened when Tono brought it up to her chest. He deftly unsealed the edges of the wax and put the knife down. Then he peeled it off in one large piece, leaving the art perfectly intact. “This is for you, in exchange for the panties I confiscated on our first day,” he said with a wicked little smirk.
He helped her off the table, ordering her to stand. Then he picked up the knife again. She couldn’t help cringing when he slid it over her skin. “You must remain still as I remove all the pieces, little one.”
Her trust in him was so deep that she did not resist the feel of the sharp blade caressing her skin; she gave in to it. It felt dangerously delicious in the hands of a master.
Just before he finished, Tono moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “Iwillwin the auction this week.”
With all her heart, Brie hoped that he would.
Pushing Limits
Brie got a taste of her boundaries the next night during her second practicum. A young, Asian Domme joined her up on the stage with a ball gag in her hand. Brie stared at it warily. Just seeing the red ball made her sick to her stomach.
“Turn, pet,” the petite woman commanded when Brie had knelt before her.
Brie hesitantly turned and forced herself not to close her eyes—her normal mode of defense when something was difficult.
“Open.”
Brie opened her lips, but not wide enough. Her Domme commanded her to open wider in order to fit the ball gag in her mouth. It stretched Brie’s jaw uncomfortably and a cold chill traveled down her spine.
The Asian Domme fastened the gag and commanded that she stand up. Brie shuddered, hating the ball gag with even greater passion when she felt drool spill from her mouth. There was nothing sexy about it.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir called out. She turned to him, trying not to look as miserable as she felt. “Do you want the gag removed?”
It would be another failure if she said yes, and she didn’t want to fail again. However, she was sorely tempted to remove the hated device.
From the audience, she heard Mary say, “It’s what your Domme wants.”
Her words flooded through Brie.Yes, this is what my Mistress wants.To deny such a basic thing would take away from the scene her Mistress had created. Brie realized her discomfort was not severe enough to remove the ball gag and looked back at Sir, shaking her head.
He reminded her, “If at any time you wish to change your mind, snap your fingers.”
She bowed to him in answer and then turned to her Domme. She would ignore the drooling and the ache of her jaw if it brought her Mistress pleasure.
“Obedience is always rewarded,” her Domme stated. “I have a surprise for you, pet. But first you must be properly prepared.”
She directed Brie to an interesting chair. It was reminiscent of a folding beach chair because of its adjustability, although this version was far sturdier. First, she bound Brie’s wrists to the arms of the chair with rope. Then the tiny Domme bent Brie’s right leg and pushed it up and to the side. She began winding the rope around Brie’s ankle, binding her in that position. She did the same to Brie’s left leg, leaving her legs spread and her bare pussy splayed out and exposed.
Her Domme asked her to get out of the restraints. Brie struggled but could not move. A thrill of helplessness coursed through her. Her Domme could do whatever she wanted now, and Brie would be powerless to stop it.
Her thin lips curved into a smile. “I think you are ready for my surprise, pet.”
