Page 98 of Brie's Submission
“Yes, Master.”
“Keep still as I warm up that lovely back of yours.”
The large whip came down on her over and over again, licking and warming her skin. It was exciting and sensual, while at the same time looking dramatic and painful. Brie loved it and wondered if the crowd was amazed at her brave silence.
“And now, slave, you will earn your stripes.”
Brie’s heart stuck in her throat. A whimper escaped her lips and was not lost on her Master.
“Is your heart racing? Good… I want you to count as I stroke your back. A set of six to start.”
Brie yelped when the first landed on her skin, leaving a burning heat in its path. “One,” she finally remembered to call out.
“Color, slave?”
Brie took a deep breath before answering. “Green.”
She heard the snap as the next licked her skin, higher up her back. It stung and a groan escaped her lips before she uttered, “Two.”
He did not wait, lashing her a third time. “Three.” She gulped, debating whether to cry and let the pain release in the tears, or remain tearless and brave.
The fourth lashed across in the other direction, taking her by surprise and causing her to choke on her shriek. She knew he was waiting, so she called out, “Four.”
“You are a gutsy slave. I did not expect you to take it quietly.”
His compliment cemented her determination not to cryorscream. She took the next two lashes while breathing deeply, letting the tail of the whip reverberate on her skin, much as she had during her session with the cane.
“It seems you need it a little harder, slave.”
Brie’s whole body tensed as she suddenly realized her choice to be silent was sending him the wrong message.Will I ever learn?
He walked over to her and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one. I know you are at your limit. I want to challenge you with two more that will bite. What is the point of taking the whip if you aren’t going to experience all of its character? However, I leave it up to you.”
Brie took several calming breaths while she thought about his offer. Master Anderson was right—she wanted to experience it all, even though she was uncertain if she could endure it.
“Hold on to the fact you are almost done. Only two more, slave, and then you will wear the proud marks of your fearless spirit.”
His words infused her with courage. Hadn’t she promised herself not to be afraid of things she hadn’t tried? “I will take two more, Master, if it pleases you.”
“Remember, as always, it only takes one word to set you free,” he murmured, kissing her neck before moving back into position.
Yes, she was the one in power. This washerchoice.
Master Anderson announced to the crowd, “I want you to count this time.”
Brie imagined him winding up for the first stroke, and then she heard the whip of the tail just before it slashed across her back. Brie cried out from the biting pain while the crowd enthusiastically shouted, “One!”
“Color, slave?”
She felt a welt growing on her back in response to the wicked sting. “Yellow,” she panted. The chains moved in harmony with her quivering body.
“One more. Do not tense, slave. Accept this gift.”
“Yes, Master.”
Brie closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. This was the last one, and she wanted to experience every nuance of it. Time slowed down as the implement of her pleasure-pain raced to connect with her skin. It landed across her back—a burning, piercing pain that warmed the entire area, setting it on fire.
She directed that feeling to course through her body, forcing it to travel to her loins and concentrate there. It was her transformative abilities that took his gift of the whip and turned it into something wild and beautiful within her.
