Page 8 of Brie's Submission
“You also mentioned you like your men clean-shaven and hairless.”
This time Sanders only nodded. Brie knew where this was headed and was not surprised to see a large, muscular man walk onto the stage in only his briefs. He had a beard, and fur covered his chest and arms. Not only that, but he held a crop in his hand—the kind used for whipping horses during a race.
Brie heard the clanking of chains as they were lowered from the ceiling above the stage. All of the girls looked up in awe and fear, including Sanders.
The Dom put the whip in her mouth and commanded her to hold it. He then took Sanders’ left wrist and buckled it into a leather cuff attached to the chain above her head. He took her other wrist and did the same. The large man undid the ties of her corset and let it fall to the floor, peeling off her panties last before retrieving the whip from her mouth. Sanders stood before their little group, naked and bound.
Brie held her breath as the Dom circled his sub, snapping the crop against his hand repeatedly. She watched Sanders, wondering if the girl would call it off and quit. Brie was surprised to see an expression of lustful fear on her face.
The man started running the leather tongue of the crop against Sanders’ skin. Brie heard her whimper, but the tone of it was ripe with excitement. Everyone in the room knew she wanted what was coming. Her Dom snapped the whip against her right ass cheek and she cried out in satisfaction. He quickly followed it up with a snap on her left butt cheek. The crack of the whip echoed in the small auditorium.
He moved to her front and ran the crop over her small breasts. Brie couldn’t believe he was going to do it, but then he did. The Dom snapped it down on her nipple. Sanders cried out in painful pleasure, and he grunted. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded her head meekly.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to whip me again…please.”
Before her last word was out, he cracked it over her other nipple. Sanders’ whimpering cry was erotic, and Brie felt a wave of wetness between her legs. She was stunned that she found the whipping scene so arousing.
She snuck a glance at Sir and saw that he was watching Sanders intently. He scribbled something down in his notebook while the Dom continued to whip and tease Sanders to distraction. Brie turned her eyes back to the stage and watched as he bent over, cupping Sanders’ chin to kiss her on the lips. The chains made clinking noises as she attempted to move away from his kiss.
Sir asked, “Is she wet?”
The Dom reached his hand between her legs and growled. “Oh, yes, she’s dripping.”
“You may release her.”
He took Sanders out of the bindings with tenderness. The way he treated her afterwards was gentle, as if he were her lover. Sanders swayed a little as she found her legs again. It was clear she was weak from the erotic tryst. Her Dom stood next to her protectively.
Sir stood up and addressed her. “Miss Sanders, how do you feel right now?”
“Excited, a little off balance.”
“Would you want the Dom to continue with the whipping?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“Good. Thank him and sit back down.”
Sanders opened her mouth to thank him, but the Dom said clearly, “Suck me.”
She looked back over at Sir questioningly, but his expression was unreadable. Sanders obediently sank to her knees and eased his large cock out of his briefs. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked on his manhood. He put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take it even deeper. “That’s good. Swallow my come, little dove.”
When Sanders had swallowed the last of his essence, she stood up. They exchanged a look that surprised Brie. The Dom clearly had affection for Sanders and she had seemed to enjoy the way he played with her, but she was obviously turned off by his looks.
Sir spoke to her again. “Miss Sanders, would you have preferred this scene had played out with somebody else?”
She answered quickly, “Yes.”
The hairy man nodded to Sir and walked off the stage. The chains disappeared upwards, clinking ominously. Sanders quickly donned her clothes and returned to her seat. The four remaining girls waited for their names to be called.
“Miss Bennett.”
Brie felt a chill go through her. What did Sir have in store for her this time around?
Brie’s Breakthrough
She climbed the stairs onto the stage and faced the panel bravely.
