Page 99 of Brie's Submission
“Two!” she heard the crowd yell.
She swayed on the chain, focusing all her attention on the fire in her loins. Brie felt his hands on her as he undid the binding of one wrist and then the other. He held her in place and asked, “Have you flown too far into subspace to please me?”
She laid her head against his torso. “No, Master. I need to please you.”
“Present yourself, then,” he commanded.
Brie gratefully dropped to the floor and opened her legs to him,needingthe fire inside to explode in release.
She looked behind her lustfully and was stunned to see that Master Anderson had a cock that almost rivaled Boa’s. He pushed against her opening with little resistance. Her body welcomed him, craving his attention. She heard his groan of satisfaction as her body took the length and girth of his manhood. He began pumping into her, and she met each stroke, crying out in abandon. The high of subspace made each thrust pure paradise.
It didn’t take long for his immense cock to bring her over the edge. Brie strained against him as her orgasm peaked and then detonated. She screamed as her inner muscles tensed around his large member, squeezing rhythmically in their own sexual song.
He responded by shooting his essence deep inside her. Thrust after passionate thrust bathed her insides with his maleness. Afterwards, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the welts on her back tenderly. “Well earned, young slave.”
He disengaged, then gathered her into his arms and carried her to a chair in the corner of the alcove. He held her to his chest and rocked her gently. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes, forgetting the crowd. The scent of the ocean filled her mind and soothed her spirit.
“You are remarkable,” he told her, playing with her long, brown curls. “Few subs demonstrate that level of curiosity and confidence so early on.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He continued to stroke her hair without saying any more. She took a brief peek at the crowd and saw many had left, but she caught Sir’s eye. For an instant, she recognized that look he’d had before, when she’d been in Marquis Gray’s arms, but it disappeared and the authoritative headmaster returned. He nodded to her and turned to talk to Ms. Clark.
Master Anderson commanded Brie to wipe the floor clean of their sweat and lovemaking while he disinfected the cuffs. Then he rubbed the tail of his whip with special cleaner, rolled it up and placed it in a bag. He tossed Brie’s clothes in her direction, but put her corset in his bag. He winked at her. “You donotwant to wear a corset after a bullwhipping. Besides, I want you to show off your back tonight. You did well and deserve the attention.”
He held his hand out to Brie and walked her over to Sir after she took it. “I have a demonstration in fifteen minutes, Thane. I hand her over to your care.”
Sir held out his arm to Brie, and she clasped on to it eagerly. The fact she was half-naked only enhanced her feeling of connection to him. He walked her slowly to the next alcove so she could witness the play.
Brie was surprised to see Mary tied to a pole. The sound of Mozart filled the alcove as Marquis Gray worked his magic with the flogger. Instead of cries, Mary belted out peals of laughter. What was escaping from her lips was the sound of pure joy.
Brie felt tears prick her eyes.I’m happy for you, Mary…
Sir pulled her away from the scene and asked, “So, what did you think of Master Anderson’s skill?”
She was thankful for his question, because it gave her the right to look him in the eye. “It was a unique experience, Sir. I can’t believe he can make it feel so light and pleasant.”
“And what did you think of its bite?”
“I…” Brie became lost in his captivating gaze and had to force herself to speak. “I am glad I tried it, Sir. However…”
“What?” he encouraged.
Brie was unsure if her answer would displease him. “I would only choose to do it on rare occasions…when it pleases my Master.”
“The bullwhip does not call to you, then?”
“No, Sir.”
He patted her hand gently as he guided her on to a new scene, but every fiber of her being was focused on his touch and she was unaware of anyone or anything else. It wasn’t until Sir squeezed her hand that she took notice of the girl standing in front of her.
“You have an admirer who wishes to speak, Brie.”
A young sub with large, doe-like eyes, who was dressed in a black vinyl corset and skirt, was standing in front of her. “I just wanted to say how impressed I was at how you handled your Master’s whip. You’ve inspired me.”
Brie smiled in embarrassment and looked down at the floor. She grasped at the only thing that came to mind. “A wise Master once told me to follow my instincts. It helps me to open up to new experiences when I’m hesitant.”
The young girl bowed and said sweetly, “Thank you.”
