Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (62 page)

For the sub who was still flying, such treatment accentuated the entire experience. It was the loving actions after a scene that made a submissive feel cared for and cherished.

Sir wrapped his arm around Brie’s waist and pressed her against him. It seemed her Master also appreciated Mistress Luo’s work.

One of the staff members walked over to the Mistress and announced their time was up. While the female sub quickly cleaned up the alcove, the tiny Domme helped Boa to his feet and walked him out of the alcove, heading towards the back of the club, presumably for extended aftercare.

Brie glanced at Boa as they passed by, and shuddered when she saw the numerous slashes covering his upper back. No blood had been drawn, but the marks were angry and red, attesting to the onslaught he had endured.

The next couple had already started setting up their scene. Sir leaned down and whispered in Brie’s ear, “We’re after this.”

She nodded, curious what this scene would consist of. She was not familiar with either the Dom or sub, but figured their scene would be a messy one because of the large plastic tarp that had been placed on the floor. The young female placed a chair in the middle of it and stood by as she waited patiently for her next command.

Her Dom was an impressive male with skin like dark chocolate, something Brie found particularly attractive. She watched with fascination as he laid out tiny instruments on a pedestal with his large hands. Although she couldn’t see what the objects were, she was excited to find out. It wasn’t often she got to observe something new.

Once he was ready, the Master told his slave to undress and straddle the stool, facing the wall so her back was to the audience. She did so, exposing the beautiful complexion of her dark skin. The girl rested her hands against the seat, spreading her legs apart and arching her back so that her round buttocks were displayed beautifully for the crowd. Her pose alone was art.

Brie watched with growing interest as the Dom cleaned off her entire back, from her shoulders all the way down to her shapely ass, swiping it once with a cloth to make sure it was completely dry. It wasn’t until he put on surgical gloves that Brie was first alerted to the nature of the scene.

Her heart rate increased when he picked up a long, golden needle.

“Sir, I thought they didn’t do blood play here,” she said in a worried tone.

Sir looked over at the waiting staff member, who seemed unconcerned. “It appears their policies have changed.”

The Dom approached the slave, making sure she saw the needle before he moved to her back. He lightly patted her right ass-cheek with his free hand, letting his slave know the first area of play.

Brie started hyperventilating, visions of Darius holding her down as a child springing to mind.

“What’s wrong, Brie?” Sir asked.

“Oh nothing,” she said, giggling to hide her apprehension.

When the Master pinched the flesh of his slave and started inserting the long needle into her skin, Brie stopped breathing but failed to notice.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” Sir said with concern.

Brie heard blood pounding in her ears just before everything went black and she crumpled to the ground.

Sir picked her up and fought the crowd as he carried her to the back of the club. They met Boa and Mistress Luo, who were on their way out. The Domme smiled at them as they passed, but the smile froze on her lips when she noticed the expression on Brie’s face.

Mistress Luo led them to the first open room and quietly shut the door behind them. Sir tried to let her down, but Brie clung to him, whimpering as she pressed her face into his chest—desperate to make the images of Darius go away.

“Shh…shh…it’s okay, babygirl.”

The pain and humiliation she’d suffered under the bully’s hand as a child came rushing back in a tidal wave. Even with Sir holding her tight, she couldn’t stop reliving the beatings, the feeling of utter helplessness, and the dread as he’d picked up the needle and started towards her.

“Talk to me.”

Brie forced herself to say his name. “Darius…”

“The boy from elementary school,” Sir stated rather than questioned.

Brie nodded, not understanding why her emotions were raging out of control after so many years. “I thought I was over it, Sir. Baron helped me get over this.”

Sir pressed her against him. “Memories are funny things, babygirl. They can lay dormant for years and then spring up when we least expect it.”

The tears started again as she relived Darius repeatedly stabbing her with the used hypodermic needle.

Sir sat her down, understanding that she was locked in her visions of the past. “Look at me.”

She forced herself to look into his eyes, feeling unbearable shame when she did.

Sir surprised her with his raw anger. “I wish I could go back in time and smash the face of that boy before he ever laid a hand on you, but I can’t. I can’t change the past—nobody can. But you are safe now. No one will hurt you again.”

“I know, Sir,” she choked.

He cradled her face in his hands. “I want to make sure you’re okay. Triggers should never be ignored. They indicate something deeper we must deal with.”

She nodded, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, but an image of Darius forcing her lips apart before spitting into her open mouth made her shudder. She refused to break the embrace, concentrating all her attention on Sir’s firm lips.

Sir gently scolded her when she broke away. “You failed to be honest with me out there.”

Brie slumped in his arms, knowing she had pretended that nothing was wrong—even told him so when he’d specifically asked. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

“Why did you do that?”

Tears brimmed over as she attempted to explain. “I didn’t want past fears to affect the evening we had planned.”

“In some ways you’re similar to Mary—just as stubborn and foolhardy.”

Oh, the humiliation of being compared to Mary. However, Brie could not deny the comparison and shrugged in resignation, smiling sadly at Sir.

“Babygirl, you can’t move forward unless you confront the past. Weren’t you the one to tell me that not that long ago?”

She sighed, slightly amused her own words were being used against her. “I did say something similar, Sir.”

“Lying to me, and yourself, will only lead to trouble.”

She looked down at her lap. “I’m sorry I lied, Sir. I know I deserve to be punished for putting you in that position.”

Sir lifted her chin. “Tonight you learned something valuable, and I don’t believe punishment will add to that knowledge. Let’s go home.”

“Please, Sir, I still want to scene with you tonight.”

“I don’t think it would be wise.”

“But I need it, Sir. I need to feel your loving dominance over me. It acts like a protective blanket for my soul.”

He stared into her eyes, penetrating her with the intensity of his gaze.

“It’s
vitally
important to me, Sir.”

He nodded, releasing his hold on her. “I understand the reason for your request.”

Her lips trembled with gratitude. “I’m so grateful you understand.”

He traced his thumb over her bottom lip. “If we do this, you must be completely open with me. No repeating what just happened.”

“It won’t happen again, Sir. I promise.”

“It will be a simple bondage scene, accented with electricity.”

“It sounds perfect.”

“If you are certain you’re ready, then I’ll check to see if the last scene is over. You won’t be allowed to join me until everything has been cleared.”

Brie shivered, hugging herself when Sir left the room. She’d never understood the deep emotional impact a trigger could cause. It had been as if she’d been dragged back in time to a dark place she never wanted to visit again.

It was easy to have more sympathy for Mary now. Yet her own experience left her wondering why Mary was intent on inviting triggers that pushed her into those dark places.

When Sir returned, he graced her with a reassuring smile. “The area is being cleaned as we speak. People were asking about you. Naturally, your friends are concerned.”

“Then it’s good we’re going ahead with the scene, Sir. There’s no reason for them to worry about me.”

“You’re sure about proceeding with this?”

“Absolutely, Master.”

“Then prepare to be shocked.”

She looked up at him in surprise, then giggled to herself. “That’s funny, Sir.”

He chuckled as he opened the door. “At least it made you smile.”

Sir led her to the middle of the alcove and helped her out of her vinyl corset. Brie looked out into the crowd, feeling her confidence grow as she spied familiar faces.

“Stand on the X and put your arms up, téa.”

Brie settled over the large X and put her arms up, looking at the ceiling as the chains were lowered. She appreciated the calming blue hue of the walls and the familiar scent of the ocean breeze floating in the air. Oh, how she loved this particular alcove.

There had been a time in her life when clinking chains would have scared her, but they now brought a welcome thrill. Sir took his time, lavishing her with caresses as he took her wrist and buckled it into the cuff, tightening it until she felt secure. He did the same with the other, leaving trails of ticklish kisses up her arm before buckling it into the cuff. The sensuality of his slow and purposeful movements lured her into his seductive spell.

Sir kissed her on the back of the neck before leaving her side to open the case that held the violet wand. He purposely kept in her line of sight, explaining, “I want you to see what I do. No surprises tonight.”

Brie appreciated that he was ensuring she would not feel apprehensive during the scene, safeguarding her success.

She bowed her head in gratitude.

After taking out the violet wand and inserting the rounded glass rod, he plugged it in. Sir nodded to the staff member standing by. The lights were lowered in the alcove, adding to the sensual atmosphere of the scene. When he turned on the wand, the real show began.

Along with the buzzing, came the sparkling purple light. There was excited murmuring in the crowd. Brie figured a few of the new members hadn’t seen the electrical toy before, while others knew its delicious feel and were jealous.

She jumped the instant the wand touched her skin, even though it felt good. There was something about the buzzing and sparks that had all her senses on alert.

“Color, téa? Sir asked, obviously concerned she wasn’t as prepared to scene as she’d thought.

“Green, Master,” she purred. “The wand has a lot of bark, but not any bite.”

With permission given, Sir tickled her with the electricity as he lightly grazed her left side, from her wrist down to her ankle, and then up the right. The light sensation was so enjoyable it was difficult not to squirm in pleasure.

“And now for the chest.”

Brie moaned softly when he guided the wand over her breasts, resting momentarily on each nipple, causing them to grow hard as the tool buzzed and crackled with gentle electricity.

“I can tell your body enjoys the stimulation,” he murmured in her ear.

She turned her head, hoping to kiss him, but Sir teased her further by coming close enough to her lips that she could feel the warmth of his breath before he pulled away to play with the wand some more.

Brie sighed in pleasurable frustration, loving the way her Master enticed and tortured her.

“I wonder if your pussy is hungry for it too. It’s a shame it’s covered in vinyl, babygirl. Perhaps some other night…” Sir teased her thighs and stomach with the electric wand, making her wet with desire.

“More, Master,” she begged.

“More current?”

“Please.”

Sir turned off the wand and switched out the end of the tool, slipping the contact pad into his pants pocket. He slid metal tips onto each finger of his right hand and smiled wickedly at her when he turned the violet wand to a higher setting. “Ready for some real fun?”

She moaned as he approached, knowing Sir was now electrified and that his metal-tipped fingers had the ability to shock her with the current that ran through his body.

“Head back, téa,” he ordered. He brushed her hair away and grazed her neck with the metal tips, sending tingles throughout her body. Brie swayed in her chains, moaning loudly in response.

“Color?”

“Violet.”

He chuckled. “I take it that’s a variant of green.”

“Yes, Master,” she purred in agreement.

Brie held her breath as he moved his hand, hovering over her right breast. The suspense was excruciating as she waited for him to touch her.

“Watch,” he commanded.

She looked down and watched as his fingers cupped her breast. She gasped as the sharp points dragged across her skin as he closed his hand, ending at her erect nipple—which received the stimulation of all five fingers at once.

A ragged moan escaped her lips as the intense current seemed to go straight from her nipple to her groin. Her pussy pulsed in readiness.

Sir moved his hand to her left breast, and smiled as he encircled it with his fingers a quarter-inch from her skin. “What do you want, téa?”

“I want you to touch me, Master,” she groaned, her loins aching with need.

“Are you sure?” he teased.

“Please.”

“Kiss me.”

As she leaned forward to receive his kiss, the metal tips touched her. She moaned into his mouth as he closed his hand, pinching her nipple with his electrified claws.

Those evil hands excited her body, making her jump and squirm as he leisurely explored her skin with the sharp pinpoints of current. The audience loved it, their murmurings of enjoyment competing with the buzz of the violet wand.

“Oh, God, I want you so badly,” she whispered when he turned the toy off.

“It’s a good thing you have those vinyl panties on, téa, or I would be ramming into you right now.”

“Rip them off…” she begged him.

Sir shook his head, but he teased her by getting down on his knees, his lips only inches from her mound. He took a long, appreciative whiff and looked up at her. “I smell your need, babygirl.” He kissed her quivering stomach before getting back to his feet and carefully putting his tools in the case.