Page 36 of The Ties That Bind
No! It was more like euphoria—a feeling of everything finally coming together after years of dreaming of this.
“Are you ready, téa?”
She grinned at Sir. “I have never been more ready, Master.”
He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her as the students filed in and sat down. Captain, Candy, and Baron sat in the chairs that had been placed to the side. It was less formal than the long table the trainers used at the Center, but it still allowed the three to observe their students during the session.
Brie was impressed by how much care had been put into their unique curriculum. She knew they wanted to ensure their students felt safe and comfortable at every point of their class.
Once everyone was settled, Baron stood up. “As you know, Sir Davis and Brianna have come tonight to introduce you to the power of touch during a scene. Without further ado, I’ll hand over the reins to Sir Davis.” He nodded to Sir before sitting down.
Everyone was silent as the feeling of expectation rose in the room.
Sir turned to address the students. “I suspect for many of you, the touch of the person you gave your power over to has not always been a positive experience. It should be in all circumstances—even in punishment.”
Someone in the group let out an audible gasp, obviously surprised by Sir’s statement.
Another submissive immediately raised his hand.
Sir called on him. “Yes?”
“How is that possible? Punishment is meant to hurt.”
“True. It is used for correction. However, the difference is the spirit in which it is given. That is something my submissive and I will be demonstrating tonight.”
The submissive nodded his head slowly, obviously still confused by Sir’s assertion.
“Before I begin, I would like to introduce you to my submissive.” He held out his hand for Brie to join him. “Brianna has been my sub for over three and a half years. In that time, we married and as you can see, we are expecting our second child.”
Another hand shot up.
Captain immediately addressed the group. “It would be best to leave your questions until the end of the session.”
Sir gave the sub an easy smile. “Normally, I do not invite questions until the end of the scene. However, tonight, if any of you have burning questions that cannot wait, I will answer it.”
He turned his attention to the sub who’d raised her hand. “What is your question?”
“Why did you get married? Isn’t a collar enough?”
Sir glanced at Brie. “It was a personal decision based on Brie’s desire to be wed and my desire for the world to acknowledge our union legally. Was it necessary? No. However, it was the right decision for us. BDSM is a personal journey that is defined by the individual partners involved.”
“Thank you for that answer, Sir Davis,” the woman replied, bowing her head.
Addressing the group, Sir stated, “Normally, a spanking bench would be used for this demonstration, but the physical constraints of pregnancy required a modification.”
Turning to Brie, Sir commanded, “Strip down to your underwear, téa.”
Her heart sped up as she slowly removed her clothes in front of her Master. Her focus was now entirely on him—no one else in the room mattered.
Sir had requested Brie dress in the sexy but comfortable uniform he had given her for their sessions at the Submissive Training Center. She was grateful for it as she gracefully kicked off her low strapless heels. Using the chair for balance, she slipped off her skirt next. The entire time, she kept glancing at Sir seductively, inviting his gaze.
Brie felt no shame in exposing her pregnant body to everyone in the room and she knew it had everything to do with Sir’s expression as he watched her undress. The pride in his eyes as she removed each piece of clothing and exposed her naked skin to him made her blush with pleasure.
When she was done, Sir commanded, “Kneel on the seat, facing the back of the chair, and use it for support.”
Brie mounted the heavy chair, her knees resting on the seat as she held onto the back of the chair, leaning her torso against it. The coolness of the basement and her own excitement caused her nipples to harden.
Sir grazed his hand lightly over her skin. The instant he made contact, she felt a bolt of electricity course through her and moaned softly.
