Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (42 page)

Wayland slowly exhaled, and the wisps of smoke seductively swirled between them as null breathed it in. Brie couldn’t believe how sensual the simple act was, and shifted uncomfortably where she stood.

He stood back up and picked up a vibrator that looked suspiciously like a mini Hitachi wand from the table. He placed the buzzing vibrator against her clit. Null struggled, but the anal hook effectively kept her in place. He slowly moved it up and down her clit, reminding her that the punishment would be great if she came. Null started whimpering and then cried out in fear when her body betrayed her and her pussy pulsed against the wicked toy.

Wayland immediately turned it off, saying nothing as he put the vibrator down. Before he punished her, he meticulously cleaned all her exposed skin. Then he walked back to the table and put on a thick leather glove, sliding a white plastic container next to the bench with his foot. “As a blacksmith, I have a particular attraction to burning metal.” White mist rose out of the bucket when he opened the lid. He pulled out a metal rod with a brand on the end and approached her. “I will not leave a permanent mark, but you will experience the burn.”

Null looked at him, her eyes wide with fear, but she was helpless to avoid her punishment.

“Why are you being punished, null?”

“I disobeyed your command and came, Wayland.”

Wayland nodded. “Yes, you did, and now you must pay.” He branded her left ass cheek first, leaving the brand there for several seconds. The sizzling sound of cold metal meeting skin made Brie tingle with excitement and fear, remembering her own branding.

Wayland picked up another brand from the bucket. Null looked at him wildly as he moved to face her, the brand inches from her face. “No, I would never mark that beautiful face,” he assured her.

He placed the brand on her exposed breast, chuckling softly to himself when she whimpered. “It burns, doesn’t it?”

Brie noticed that Wayland was careful to press the brand only lightly, leaving it there for just a few seconds so she would feel the burn but it would not permanently harm the skin. He moved around her, branding different areas, leaving her right buttock for last. “Learn your lesson well tonight.” He pressed it against her ass, leaving it on a little longer so she would not forget.

Brie noticed the woman’s increased breath, and understood that null was breathing through the discomfort. When he’d finished, he knelt and kissed her. “You received your punishment well, null.”

While she was still quivering from her last orgasm and punishment, Faelan left Mary’s side and approached the spanking bench. “You will call me Faelan. You are not allowed to orgasm. Disobedience will result in immediate and severe punishment. Do you understand, null?”

She looked up at him and swallowed hard. “I will obey, Faelan.”

He smiled at her charmingly as he undid her bindings and removed the hook. “I’m sure you will try.”

The girl trembled, but her eyes were locked on him. Brie could tell she was already under Faelan’s spell. Brie glanced over at Mary, surprised to see her staring at Razor instead of watching the scene. Brie bumped shoulders with her, and Mary jumped as if being caught doing something wrong. Brie gave her a questioning look.

Mary responded by mouthing the word, “bitch”.

What the hell is your problem?
Brie wondered, shrugging it off.

She chose to ignore Mary and focused her attention back on Faelan. He’d freed null of her dress and laid her on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly before taking it off, making her wait for him to begin.

The boy had grown in confidence and skill since Brie had scened with him at the Center, but Faelan still maintained that primal element that brought out the animal in a woman. There was no doubt he held that power over null as she panted and growled, inviting his rough play.

The poor girl was completely captivated when Faelan brought out the knife and began teasing her with it, pressing the sharp edge of it against her most sensitive areas and dragging it across her skin with enough pressure to scratch, but not to break the surface. Her eyes were wide and her breaths shallow as she watched the deadly knife caress her skin.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

She looked at him with trembling lips, and nodded.

He brought the knife up to her neck, pressing it against her jugular. “You should be.”

With the rush of adrenaline caused by the edge play, Brie knew it wouldn’t take much to send null over the brink. She watched in anticipation as he dragged the knife back down over her curvaceous body, ending at her swollen mound.

“Do you know what I am about to do?” he asked.

Null answered hesitantly, “Make me come?”

Faelan moved between her legs, grinning when he confirmed her answer. “Yes, null.” He pressed the point of the knife to the top of her mound. “If you move, you will cut yourself.”

With that warning hanging in the air, Faelan began to eat her pussy, relentlessly applying that skilled tongue to her erect clit.

The danger of the knife had null on such a sub high that she came almost instantly.

Faelan pulled back, a charming smirk on his lips. “Null, you disappoint me.”

“I’m sorry, Faelan.”

“Although I accept your apology, it is my duty to punish you.” He left the bed to get his chosen tool of punishment, a violet wand. The way null stared nervously at the instrument let Brie know she was very familiar with it.

Null looked up at him repentantly, quietly accepting her fate.

“Stand in front of your Master,” Faelan commanded.

She followed his order, but kept her head down as she faced Razor.

“Look in him in the eye, null.”

She slowly raised her head and stared bravely into the eyes of her intimidating Master. Brie could only imagine what she was feeling.

Faelan stood behind the sub and turned on the device. The crackling sound of the wand added an element of danger to the punishment scene.

“I can tell you are a dedicated sub, null,” Faelan growled into her ear, “even though you disobeyed a direct command.”

Brie appreciated that Faelan was giving null words of empowerment, even though she had failed in her task—a task she was
meant
to fail.

Faelan turned up the intensity of the wand before touching her with it. Null involuntarily flinched, but stayed in place. He dragged it down from her ribs to her hip, stating, “It feels like the edge of a knife cutting into you, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, looking nervously to her left, anticipating the next pass. He did not disappoint, shocking her sensitive skin with the intense current. He held her to him as he made a pattern of concentric circles on her belly. Brie could see her muscles contracting as they came into contact with the stinging instrument.

Faelan turned off the wand and a profound silence followed. He kissed her neck gently and murmured, “Your pussy looks neglected, null.”

She stiffened in his arms when the buzzing started up again. Faelan wrapped his arm firmly around her waist and brought the wand to within an inch of her swollen mound. He waited several moments before he grazed it against her clit.

Null let out a frightened gasp but made no more sound, gritting her teeth and accepting the sting of the instrument without complaint.

“Good null…” he said, shutting off the device. He turned her chin towards him and kissed her deeply. Brie did not miss her passionate whimper when he broke away.

Faelan returned to Mary, obviously turned on by the scene he’d just finished. He ran his hands over her body while nibbling on her ear whispering nasty things to her. Before long, Mary was dragging him through the crowd, towards the back door.

Brie sighed in frustration, attracting the attention of Razor. He glanced up at her with those dangerous, steel-blue eyes and she stopped breathing for a moment. He was all kinds of scary.

Without the reassuring presence of Mary and Faelan, Brie decided to leave the ceremony. She escaped to Mary’s room, where she undressed and crawled into bed after performing her assigned nightly ritual.

Sir’s presence seemed to remain in the room, tempting her. Brie was excited by the activities she’d witnessed and slipped her finger between her legs, stroking her clit jewelry. “Oh, Sir, if only you were here.”

The subtle throbbing was tempting her like a siren’s call to let go and stop the terrible ache in her loins.

Just a little more pressure…

The creak of the door stopped her cold. With her heart pounding in her chest, Brie opened her eyes and saw the door ajar, but no one standing in the doorway. She sighed in relief, but let out a squeal of terror when the black cat jumped on her bed.

“Oh, thank goodness it’s just you!” she cried, holding out her hand to the cat. He sauntered slowly up to her, rubbing his cheek against her in a possessive manner. She gathered him in her arms, laughing at herself. “You scared me to death, you bad, bad boy.”

He began purring, oblivious of the fright he’d just given her.

Brie scratched him under the chin, grateful for the distraction. “I guess I should thank you. You just saved me from disobeying my Master.”

Her Challenge

B
rie was surprised when Rajah came up to her during breakfast and told her that she needed to meet with Master Gannon directly. She excused herself, giving Mary a confused look before 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 phone, afraid to make the call to Sir but dutifully calling nonetheless. Her stomach fluttered on hearing his 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. There’s no need to be concerned.”

“Then why the phone call, Sir?”

“Gannon contacted me 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 I’ve been told.”

“Tell me more.”

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

“What kinds 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 even been invited to observe the event.”

“Gannon firmly believes 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 to hear. “I’m not sure I can. I mean—”

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