Brie Masters Love in Submission: Submissive in Love (43 page)

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

“I want you to be aware that I’ve spoken to Gannon about Wallace and you will be off-limits to him.”

Although Brie was relieved to hear it, she still struggled with the idea of taking on the role of a toy. “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 hard, 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 didn’t want to refuse him, but to give herself away like that…

“Brie, you
must
trust me.”

Calling her given name had great power over her. Sir was asking her to trust him on a deeper level, as her Master
and
partner.

Brie closed her eyes. Did she trust Sir to further her submissive journey—or not?

While she did trust him, it was with great reservation that she answered, “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 even though it would be in the hands of another.

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

She took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach. “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, worried she might fail.

Brie was grateful for Mary in a time like this. If there was anyone who could snap her into the proper frame of mind to play out her assigned 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 rub against her pussy. “Be sure to lather up good there. It’s going to be used a lot tonight.”

Brie automatically smacked her hand away before pushing her out of the stall. Mary screamed and scrambled back in, throwing 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 tones certainly made for a pleasant look. Brie glanced down at her swimsuit lines, realizing she would stand out among the others tonight looking
very
vanilla.

However, she knew confidence was key as a submissive. 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 none of the Doms had looked at her in a sexual way since she’d entered the commune. She understood the reasons 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. 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 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 and everything to them in that moment, simply for the release your body can provide.”

“That’s sexy to you?” Brie asked.

“Objectification is hot. Have you tried it?”

“I was a platter once.”

All of the submissives chuckled at her answer—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,” Master 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 yourselves 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 truly 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 and told herself,
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. Hell, this may be the most exciting thing you ever do, Brie.”

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 its 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. They all had iron headboards, but these beds were thinner than a normal twin and each was covered in a plastic sheet. It was obvious their sole purpose was for fucking.

Brie’s stomach fluttered 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 if it was 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 their turn. Brie quickly followed suit. Naturally, Master 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. Master 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

M
aster Gannon moved on to the next submissive, who happened to be the male who’d 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.

Each submissive was tied into a different position so that the Dominants would have their choice of play without having to remove or change the rope bindings.

When Master Gannon finally reached Brie, she was a quivering mess of nerves. This was it—she was about to become a toy.

Unlike with the other submissives, Master Gannon talked to her before he began. “Are you prepared for this, Miss Bennett?”

She nodded. “I am, Gannon.”

“You will not be released from your bonds until the end of the play session. This is not only a test of your submissive nature, but your endurance. We do not choose our toys lightly. Consider this an extreme honor.”

His words helped her to focus on what was being asked of her, and she answered confidently, “I do, Gannon.”

He pulled out a sash from his jeans pocket. “Turn.”

Brie was surprised and wondered if she was being blindfolded because she was not a member of the commune. Thankfully, blindfolds gave her a sense of power, and she accepted it graciously.

“On the bed, toy, with your knees under your torso.”

She felt for the bed and settled down onto it, tucking her knees in, knowing the position lifted her buttocks at a pleasing angle to allow access to both her pussy and ass.

Master Gannon took her left ankle and wrapped it several times in rope before securing it to the bed post. He bound the right next, spreading her legs farther for easier access. With exact movements that spoke of his years of experience, Master Gannon tied her wrists together, then pulled hard so that she was stretched out seductively, her cheek resting against the mattress as he secured her hands to the headboard.