Brie's Montana Dreams (Submissive in Love, #4) (9 page)

B
rie was surprised when Rajah came to her during breakfast and told her to meet with Master Gannon directly. She excused herself, giving Mary a confused look as she followed Rajah to Gannon’s office.

“Miss Bennett, please sit down.”

She sat, folding her hands in her lap to hide her nervousness. “What’s this about, Gannon?”

“I normally do not allow phone calls, but Sir Davis has asked to speak to you. Because of the unusual circumstances, I have granted him the favor. You may call him on my private phone. Get me when you’re done.”

It felt as if the ground was falling out from under her. Something bad had happened to Sir’s mother, she was sure of it. However, she kept her voice calm as she took the phone from him. “Thank you, Gannon.”

He left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Brie stared at the cell phone, afraid to make the call to Sir but dutifully calling nonetheless. Her stomach fluttered on hearing his rich voice.

“Hello, this is Thane Davis.”

“Sir.”

“Ah, Brie. It’s good to hear from you.”

“Is everything all right?” she asked uneasily.

“Yes, babygirl. Rest assured, there’s no need for you to be concerned.”

“Then why the phone call, Sir?”

“Master Gannon called a few days ago and made a suggestion that I have been mulling over. I’ve decided you would benefit from the experience and have given him my permission.”

She felt a thrill of excitement. “Permission for what, Sir?”

“I’ve been told they are having a dungeon event.”

“Yes, it’s tonight! It’s a quarterly event at The Sanctuary. Quite the to-do, so I’ve been told.”

“Tell me more.”

She smiled, happy to share with him. “They transform their main room into a dungeon, and give each of the subs a role to play.”

“What kind of roles?”

“Some get to clean the equipment after each use, a few serve food and drink throughout the event, there’s even a group who act as toys, but the rest get to be dungeon playmates.”

“It sounds like an interesting setup.”

“I agree, Sir. I was afraid I’d have to miss out, because I hadn’t been invited to observe the event.”

“Well, Master Gannon feels you cannot fully appreciate the importance of what The Sanctuary provides to its community unless you are a participating member, and he does not want you leaving there without getting a taste of his vision.”

“Did he tell you how he wanted me to participate tonight?”

“He did, Brie.”

She giggled nervously when he did not explain further. “And how am I to participate, Sir?”

“It will be a challenge for you, téa.”

Her heart raced when he used her sub name. “What is being asked of me, Master?”

“You will act as a toy tonight.”

She couldn’t breathe. It was the last thing she’d expected. “I’m not sure I can. I mean—”

“Think of this the same way as a lesson at the Center. I want you to experience something you’ve never faced before.”

“But Sir, the toys are open to all the Dominants of the commune.”

“You should be aware that I have spoken to Gannon about Wallace and you will be off-limits to him.”

Although Brie was relieved, she was still struggling. “Master…”

“I believe you will gain valuable insight from this experience, téa. I am commanding you to present yourself tonight for the festivities. I want you to embrace it, to relish it for the once-in-a-lifetime encounter it is.”

Brie swallowed, choking on the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. This felt exactly like the time he’d asked her to serve under a new Master. She whispered into the phone, “What if I say no?”

“I will be very disappointed.”

His words cut her like a knife. She did not want to refuse him, but to give herself away like that…

“Brie, you
must
trust me.”

The use of her given name did not go unnoticed and it had great power over her. Sir was asking her to trust him on a deeper level, as her Master. Brie closed her eyes. Did she trust Sir to further her submissive journey—or not?

While Brie
did
trust him, it was with great reservation. She answered Sir truthfully. “I will do as you ask, but
only
if it pleases you.”

He laughed, knowing she was politely voicing her unwillingness. “It
does
please me, téa,” he assured her.

“Then I will join the event, Sir, because that is what you have commanded of me.”

“Don’t just
do
it, Brie. I want you to give yourself over fully to it, as if you were giving yourself to me. I want your pussy dripping with anticipation for any hand that touches you.”

She trembled listening to his directive. His words made her long to please him, to embrace her role as a plaything, to make him proud of her service.

“What are you going to do for me tonight, Brie?” he asked, making her voice his command out loud for his benefit—and hers.

She took a deep breath before replying, “I am going to please the Dominants with the same enthusiasm I reserve for you, Sir.”

“Yes,” he growled seductively. “Hold nothing back. I expect a full account when I speak with you next.”

Brie let out an uneasy sigh as she hung up.

Would she truly be able to give herself over in both mind and body to fulfill Sir’s challenging command? For the first time since being collared, Brie was haunted by a sense of doubt.

She was grateful for Mary. If there was anyone who could snap her into the proper frame of mind to play out her new role, it was Blonde Nemesis.

Because so many subs were preparing for the dungeon event, Brie and Mary had to shower in the same stall together. Although Brie had seen Mary naked plenty of times, it was a little odd when they kept touching as they soaped up.

It didn’t help things when Brie felt Mary’s hand on her pussy. “Be sure to lather up good there. It’s going to be used a lot tonight.”

Brie smacked her hand away and pushed her out of the stall. Mary screamed and scrambled back in, pushing Brie up against the shower stall. “What the fuck, bitch?”

“You freakin’ touched my snatch! I don’t remember giving you permission to touch it.”

“Oh my God, Brie. It’s not like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. Hey, everyone, I touched Brie’s cooch, now I’m eternally blessed.”

The subs in the other shower stalls started laughing hysterically.

“Screw you, Mary.” Brie couldn’t help it; she joined in their laughter. “But for future reference, my sacred pussy is off-limits to the likes of
you
.”

Mary rolled her eyes as she rubbed the bar of soap over her tanned breasts. The rest of their shared shower experience was performed in silence, but the two snuck amused looks at each other while the rest of the subs continued to break out in spontaneous giggles.

As Brie toweled off, she glanced around and noticed that the other subs, both male and female, had perfect tans. Nude sunbathing seemed to be the norm at the commune and their even skin tone certainly made for an exceedingly pleasant look. Brie looked down at her swimsuit lines, realizing she would stand out among the others tonight, and she suddenly felt
very
vanilla.

However, she knew that confidence was key as a submissive, so instead of seeing it as a liability, she decided to embrace her multi-shading. It made her unique, a rarity among the submissives here. She wasn’t one of them, which would make her more attractive to some of the Dominants.

Brie still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that not one of the Doms had looked at her in a sexual way since she’d entered the commune. She understood why, but hadn’t realized until now how much she depended on that sexual tension to give her energy. Being a ghost was not freeing for her at all. On the contrary, it had proven to be completely exhausting.

“Girls, as you know, this is Brie’s first time as a toy. Any advice for her?” Mary asked, in a show of unexpected of kindness.

One of the girls answered, “Being a toy always takes me into subspace. There is just something about being treated roughly with no regard that’s a total turn-on for me.”

“Yeah, I second that,” an older woman agreed. “I like the feeling of being used. You mean nothing to them in that moment, other than the hole you provide.”

“That’s sexy to you?” Brie asked hesitantly.

“Objectification is hot. Have you tried it?”

“No…not really, but I was a platter once.” All of the submissives chuckled at her answer, and really, she couldn’t blame them.

“A platter, huh? Well, you aren’t going to be experiencing platter action tonight, little girl,” a male chimed in, snapping his towel on Brie’s ass.

Brie squealed and the group laughed again.

“Enough of this racket,” Gannon barked, walking in on the group.

For a fraction of a second, Brie almost covered herself with her hands, but resisted the urge when she noticed everyone standing to attention. She straightened her back and put her hands to her sides in an open and inviting manner.

“The dungeon is nearly ready. Have yourself prepared to join me in five minutes.” He looked briefly at Brie, infusing her with a sense of responsibility and excitement. This wasn’t just about her experiencing objectification for her own benefit; her role tonight was to please the Doms of the commune who would partake of her.

“You will be on the farthest end, Miss Bennett.”

She nodded and looked at her feet, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through her for the first time. This was something she had never experienced—never dreamed of experiencing. In order to honor Sir’s command to give herself over to this with no reservations, she knew she had to change her state of mind.

I am a submissive, my very nature is to serve, and I’m being asked to serve the Dominants of this commune. It is my pleasure to serve and please them. I will embrace my duty with an open mind and full heart. This is what my Master commands of me. This is his desire—and mine.

Mary bumped her shoulder. “It’s time, girl. Hell, this may be the most exciting thing you ever do, Stinky Cheese.”

The interior of the lodge had been completely altered. The long sectional couch in the middle was gone, replaced by all kinds of different play furniture from spanking benches, whipping posts and St Andrew’s crosses to wooden A-frames and cages. Some of the furniture Brie had never seen before, and could only guess at their use. There were also rows of tables with various tools spread out and areas specifically set aside for aftercare. Brie liked the light, airy, spacious feel of this particular dungeon environment.

“You will proceed to the beds,” Gannon instructed, pointing to the row of beds lined against the farthest wall. Each one had an iron headboard, but these beds were thinner and covered in a plastic sheet. It was obvious their sole purpose was for fucking. Her stomach did a flip when she noticed the strands of red rope that had been placed on each bed. The last one—the one meant for her—also had a small table beside it, with lubricant and a variety of condoms laid out.

Brie was grateful that Mary came up from behind and chose the bed beside hers. Doing this challenge was intimidating, but having a friend there, even Mary, gave her more confidence.

The naked submissives each stood at the foot of a bed, hands behind their backs, legs spread apart, patiently waiting for their turn. Brie quickly followed suit. Naturally, Gannon started with the girl on the other end.

Brie watched covertly as the sub was commanded to lie on the bed on her back with her head at the edge. Brie had to smile, it was the perfect height to offer oral stimulation. The girl’s wrists were secured to the legs of the bed. He then moved to the headboard and told her to spread her legs. With rapid movements, he tied her ankles to the metal headboard. Gannon returned to the end of the bed and gently smacked her cheek before leaving her. “Good girl…”

The first toy was bound and ready for play.

The King Returns

G
annon moved on to the next submissive, who happened to be the male who had snapped Brie’s ass with a towel. He was ordered to lie on his back, with his wrists resting against the headboard. Gannon secured them tightly, then bound his ankles to the legs of the bed. Just that simple contact of being bound had the submissive’s cock rising to attention. Gannon slapped the sub’s masculine thigh before moving on.