Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (33 page)

Brie gazed at the unusually large candy, wondering where Sir had purchased it. The thought of him spending time and energy finding these unique gifts for her was humbling and sweet. She read the note attached with a sense of deep appreciation.

Return my peppermint stick and go to the room that gets the least use to find something that twinkles.

She came out of the pantry with both hands wrapped around the thick peppermint stick, and handed it to him. She noticed the sparkle in his eye and suspected she knew where it might be going later.

Brie skipped down the hall and opened the door to the spare room. Sir was right; it rarely got any action, having become a makeshift storage room for the things she hadn’t been willing to part with, but never used.

She had a much harder time finding the gift because of all the places it could be hidden. She checked under the bed, in all the dresser drawers, and then headed to the closet. Up on the highest shelf she found what she was looking for—two boxes of LED Christmas lights, one red set and one white. She pressed them against her chest. Sir knew her love of twinkling lights. She pulled out the note from the envelope, smiling like a fool.

Return the lights and head to your favorite spot after a long day apart.

She skipped back to him and knelt, handing him both boxes. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You are not done yet, little sub.”

She looked up at him. “I hope you know what this means to me.” She rocked off her heels gracefully and hugged him before heading off to her next surprise.

The first spot she checked was the area in the hallway where she would await his return. There was nothing there, so she headed towards the couch. It was the place where she would kneel while Sir stroked her hair. Sure enough, on the floor she found sprigs of pine bundled together with a red bow. She held them up to her nose and breathed in their aromatic scent. He’d thought of everything.

Underneath the pine was another red envelope. She ripped it open and read its contents.

Return the pine and find the needed item in the storage of textiles.

She returned to her Master and handed over the pine bundle before running to the linen closet. She was rewarded with an ivory-colored hand towel sporting a candy cane pattern at the bottom. She picked up the red envelope attached to it.

Return my towel and find your next gift nestled in a safe place in the hallway.

Brie grinned when she handed the Christmas towel to Sir. He winked at her, laying it on the table. She left to look up and down the hallway, examining each painting and sculpture mounted to the wall. Nothing…

She scanned the area again, her eyes resting on his suit jacket hanging on the hook. A smile spread across her face. Bingo! She stuffed her hands into each of the pockets, finally finding her prize in the small inner breast pocket. Brie pulled out a miniature chocolate Santa wrapped in foil, along with the next red envelope. The clue was especially alluring.

Return Santa to me and find the place your fantasies lie.

Brie walked back to Sir and gave him the tiny Santa. She bit her lip as he placed it on the table. Just what did Sir have planned with that single piece of chocolate?

“Go forth and find,” he commanded.

She skipped off to the bedroom, thinking that Sir’s Christmas was like Christmas on steroids.

The first place she checked was the closet. It was the place which held all the tools responsible for making her fantasies come true. But after searching through it twice, she still hadn’t found anything unusual. It didn’t help that Sir hadn’t stated in his note what she was supposed to look for.

Sir raised his eyebrow when she returned empty-handed. She was slightly embarrassed when she admitted she couldn’t find the gift.

“I’m disappointed.”

Oh, that cut her to the quick. Of course he’d expected she’d know where her fantasies lay. Was it Sir? She nonchalantly peeked between his legs.

“No, Brie. Not there, but I’m flattered.”

She blushed. “I
will
find it,” she assured him as she headed back into the bedroom.

It had to be there—she was certain of it. Brie checked around the bed and under it before returning to the closet. This time, she checked each tool carefully in case there was a new one she’d missed.

Having had no luck, she left the closet and glanced around the room again. That was when her gaze landed on her nightstand. A smile spread across her lips as she walked over to it and opened the drawer.

On top of her fantasy journal was a single condom and another red envelope. She picked up the condom and stifled a giggle when she saw that it was a special mint flavor.

She opened the envelope and read what would appear to be her last note.

Your hunt is almost over, my dear.

Return the mint and find your gift in the place that remains cold all year.

Brie stared down at her beloved journal, relieved to see that Sir had opened it. It meant that all was right with the world again. She walked back to Sir, proudly holding up the condom.

As with the other items, he placed it on the kitchen table and waited.

The last hint only stumped her for a second. She opened the freezer but did not find anything. She opened the refrigerator next, and squealed when she found a little black velvet bag.

Brie took it out and looked inside. She shivered as she pulled out a crystal-blue butt plug. She looked at him, suddenly worried. “This is cold, Sir.”

His wicked smile gave her extra chills. “You may return it to the fridge, then kneel at my feet.”

Brie put it back in the velvet bag and placed it on the shelf, shutting the door as goosebumps rose all over her skin. She went back to Sir and knelt as he’d commanded.

“Do you know what we have here?” he asked her, gesturing to the items on the table.

“Christmas fun?”

He chuckled. “Yes, that’s one way to put it.”

Sir picked up all the items and instructed her, “Go and freshen up, téa. Your Master is about to celebrate Christmas.”

Brie literally ran to the bathroom, unable to rein in her excitement. She quickly washed up, brushed out her curls and spritzed Sir’s favorite perfume on her wrists.

She returned to the living room to the sound of Christmas music filling the air. Sir was standing beside the Tantra chair, holding the velvet ribbon in his hands.

“Oh, Master…” she sighed as she glided over to him.

“Hands behind your back, téa.”

He began the slow process of binding her arms with the soft ribbon, starting at her forearms and tying all the way down to her wrists. He ended it with a pretty bow she could barely see looking back over her shoulder.

“A gift wrapped for my enjoyment,” he said, guiding her to lean her knees against the lower end of the Tantra chair, leaving her ass exposed and poised for play.

Sir disappeared for a moment, returning completely naked except for the red Santa hat she’d given him. He stood before her proudly, a smirk on his face. “Santa’s come home from a long night of work and is ready to play.”

She looked up at him, overcome by how sexy and adorable he looked. “How can I please you, Santa Claus?”

“You will find I am a demanding old man,” he warned, picking up the large, decorative candy cane and examining it thoughtfully. “Who knew people decorated their yards with BDSM tools?” He smacked it against his palm. “They make the perfect toy.” Sir patted the cane lightly against her butt.

She giggled. “Oh, if my dad only knew…he was so proud of his Candy Cane Lane when I was a kid.”

“I bet he was.”

Sir smacked her ass hard enough to make it sting, causing Brie to cry out.

He carefully moved the ends of the velvet bow out of his way and began softly stroking her with the cane, slowly building up the force behind each stroke. The plastic material of the decoration made it more flexible and stinging—a challenging tool to take.

“Would you like marks from Santa, little girl?”

“If it pleases you, Santa.”

The next series of strokes took her breath away.

Sir stood back after he was done. “Beautiful. Now your naughty little ass is striped like a peppermint stick.”

Brie looked back at him, her eyes watering. “Thank you, Santa.”

One of his hands lovingly caressed the reddened area, while his other untied her from the velvet. Once she was free, he lifted her up and lay down on the tantra chair, commanding her to lie on him. The new position gave him free access to continue caressing her sore ass.

Sir reached over to the coffee table and picked up the two pretty tree decorations. “Santa had to look far and wide to find ornaments with the correct tension in the clip to provide a proper bite.”

He played with her left nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers to make it ready. She stared down in fascination as he opened the clip and placed the sparkling snowflake on her erect nipple. Brie moaned with pleasure as the ache the pressure caused traveled down to her groin.

Sir looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes as he applied the other ornament. She threw her head back and took in the wicked sensations his unique nipple clamps created as Sir massaged her breasts. Her pussy throbbed with pleasure from the attention, coating his cock with her juices.

He grabbed her hips and pushed her against his hard shaft. “I think it’s time to treat Santa to a little show. Let me watch you ride Santa’s pole.”

Brie settled down on his cock, taking in the fullness of him. She loved that he watched her—the lust on his face as she moved up and down on his shaft was incredibly erotic. He continued to play with her breasts, tugging on the snowflakes for added stimulation.

Her heart skipped a beat when Sir threw his head back and let out a frustrated groan. He grasped her hips tightly and ordered her to stop. Brie didn’t move a muscle as he struggled not to come.

Finally, he opened his eyes and stared at her. “Santa doesn’t seem to have much restraint with you.”

She moved slightly, taking him in a little deeper.

He immediately slapped her aching ass. “No moving, naughty girl.”

Brie was thrilled by the power she had over him. Just another slight movement and her Master would be coming inside her against his will. The thought of that was intoxicating! But she was a good sub and didn’t want to steal his power…at least not on Christmas Day. He was far too good a lover to play that kind of game.

“I believe a lesson is in order,” he announced. Sir lifted her from him and stood up. He ordered her to lie stomach-first on the highest point of the chaise longue.

Brie stepped onto the curvature in the middle of the chair and lay against the soft leather, keeping her legs together. She loved how the chair supported the position. Her breasts rested on the highest curve, keeping them exposed for his play while giving him full access to her backside.

He picked up one of the strands of lights. “Time to restrain my naughty plaything.” Sir started at her feet, wrapping them at the ankles, then brought the strand of lights under the chair to meticulously bind her wrists. He started with the second strand, but surprised her by binding the exact same areas.

Sir left her to turn out the overhead lights, then headed to the electrical outlet, stating, “Let there be light!”

When he plugged in the Christmas lights, he suggested that she look at the window. Brie saw in the reflection that she was bound in stripes of red and white, much like her striped ass.

“I love Santa,” she purred.

The low temperature of the LED lights and the loose way he’d tied her made it a secure but comfortable binding. She was now officially a present tied up for Santa’s kinky pleasure.

Sir unwrapped the large peppermint stick from the cellophane and asked, “If yard decorations make good canes, and ornaments are really nipple clamps, what do you think this is?”

She blushed when she answered hesitantly, “A dildo?”

He shook his head, tsking. “No, my dear. Candy should never be used for play in the nether regions. Unless, of course, you enjoy yeast infections.” He lovingly caressed her mound. “One must always protect the chemistry of a woman’s body.”

Brie was deeply grateful that her Master was vigilant in his creative play.

Sir laid the Christmas towel next to her head and smiled wickedly. “Open.”

Brie had to open wide, stretching her jaw muscles to take the circumference of the peppermint stick. She wrapped her lips around it, so the large stick wouldn’t slip out. The mint had her instantly drooling onto her pretty towel.

Ball gags had always brought on a sense of humiliation for Brie. It wasn’t just losing her voice during a scene, but losing the ability to control her body that made the experience unpleasant for her. However, Sir had made it sexy by using a tasty treat, along with his thoughtful placement of the towel. She embraced the loss of control and allowed her minty secretions to fall freely.

“Close your eyes, little girl,” he growled softly in her ear.

Brie closed her eyes and listened for Sir. He moved around the chair, admiring the scene he’d created; his devoted sub tied in lights, gagged with a peppermint stick, while snowflake nipple clamps invited him to play. Oh, how she loved her Master’s creative mind.

She suddenly smelled the distinctive scent of pine before she felt the needles lightly brushing against her cheek, sending chills through her. He used the pine sprigs as a sensation tool, gently caressing her with the needles without scratching the skin.

“A light touch is needed,” he murmured. He went for the sensitive areas, including her bare feet. Brie squirmed and wiggled, goosebumps rising on her skin. When his warm lips landed on the tingling areas he’d created, she instantly stilled.

“Good plaything.”

Her pussy contracted with pleasure. Nothing was more erotic and satisfying than hearing words of praise spoken by her Master.

“You know, I’ve heard it’s cold in Nebraska.”

Sir left her again, then she heard the sound of the refrigerator opening. Brie shuddered. The idea of the cold crystal butt plug made her tremble with fear and expectation as he approached.