by Red Phoenix
Marquis ended his inspection by moving to her head. He opened her mouth and made as if he was checking her teeth. She could smell and taste herself on his fingers. When he seemed satisfied with the health of her mouth, he stroked her neck. Once again, his touch was back to being sensual and arousing. He pulled her hair from her face and examined her ears last, first tugging and pulling gently on them, before blowing his moist breath into each one. It sent a shiver, both times, all the way to her aching groin.
He stood back from her and shook his head slowly. “Almost perfect. Almost…”
She knew he was referring to her flinch and wondered what her punishment would be. “Stand up and face your Master.”
Brie stood in front of Marquis Gray, her head no longer lifted in pride. He moved her long curls to her back and commanded her to put her hands to her sides. “That hoof reaction must be dealt with. As your equine trainer, it is my duty.”
Brie nodded in pretended shame. She’d had no idea Marquis could be such a playful Dom. His many facets astounded her.
“Lift your head up and look to the ceiling, wanton pony.” She did, her breaths coming in quick gasps again. “Yes, I can see you know what must happen. Your heart races even now.”
The leather tongue of the crop caressed her torso, the lightness of the contact making it alluring and welcomed. Several times he trailed the crop down to her mound, letting it rest there to tease her. But when he moved back up and flicked her hard nipple with it, she closed her eyes.
Yes, Brie knew very well what was about to happen…
He snapped the crop directly onto her right nipple and she moaned at the pleasurable sting it caused. Her pussy began pulsating—she wanted more of his wicked attention.
“A good filly should not resist her Master’s touch. Do you understand?”
She nodded in breathless anticipation.
He snapped the crop against her left breast and she cried out, the tension in her pussy building up for release. “No coming,” he commanded. She shuddered, trying to curb the erotic flow mounting inside her.
He snapped the crop against her breasts several more times before turning her around and commanding she bend over. She leaned against the table, needing him to enter her now. But this isn’t about me…
Marquis Gray dragged the length of his crop across the crease of her ass. Her body responded favorably, remembering the cane, and she moaned. He began tapping her round buttocks with the crop, interspersing the motion with harder strokes. It teased her to distraction and she wiggled her ass suggestively, wanting him to take her.
His response was to give her two hard strokes that took her breath away, effectively putting her back in her place. He then went back to his tapping and stroking, reddening her pony ass with his crop. Just as with the cane, Marquis knew how to use his tool for maximum sexual arousal. Brie was gushing with need for her Dom.
He stopped unexpectedly and she felt him grab her sex, his middle finger slipping into her possessively. Brie’s muscles pulsated around his finger—she was dangerously close to coming. She whimpered but did not pull away, even though the contact was sending her over the edge. Instead, she bit down on her own arm, distracting herself from the impending orgasm. It slowly abated and she heard him say, “Well done, wanton filly.”
Marquis pulled her head back with the reins, making her pose attractively for the audience, and then continued to redden her ass with his crop. She loved the satisfying crack it made when it came into contact with her skin.
He laid his crop down and ran his hands over her buttocks. “It’s so beautiful. I simply must taste.” She felt his hot tongue caressing her stinging ass. Her need for him was so great it ate her up inside, and she whimpered loudly.
“Ponies don’t whimper,” he growled in her ear.
Brie had forgotten her place again. She was his instrument of pleasure. She must deny her need for release, not assume he would grant it. He slapped her throbbing cheeks. She was a selfish little sub and she knew it. But oh, how her body loved and craved the attention!
“On the floor, filly.”
Brie got on all fours, aching for him. He pulled on the reins again, pulling her neck back in a graceful arch. “I am about to ride you, my wanton slut.”
The normally offensive word sounded sexy coming from his lips, and she moaned in response. I am your wanton slut… Mount me, Master! she cried silently.
Marquis knelt behind her, still holding the reins tight. He swished her tail to one side and pushed his curved shaft inside her. Brie moaned in ecstasy and discomfort. The butt plug made her extremely tight but she enjoyed the feeling. It forced her to relax so she could take his deep thrusting—and she needed his thrusting.
“You’re so tight, filly. Are you sure you can take all of me?”
Brie pushed against him, forcing his cock deeper.
“So be it.” He let go of the reins and grabbed her ass with both hands, giving her the fullness of his cock without restraint. Brie’s cries were somewhat muffled by the bit in her mouth, but they still rang loud and clear throughout the auditorium.
She felt him revving up for a quick climax and she had to quiet a whimper. His curved shaft was rubbing her G-spot deliciously because of the tightness. She started thrashing her head, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but she was too close…
“Come,” he demanded.
Tears of gratitude ran down her face, though she was unsure if his command had been out of kindness or simple coincidence. Regardless, she groaned against her bit, embracing the release she had tried heroically to hold back. He rammed his cock deep into her as her body squeezed his shaft with its rhythmic motion; she orgasmed so hard it almost hurt.
She trembled uncontrollably afterwards. With tender hands he unbuckled the bridle and removed the plug. He then picked her up in his arms. Marquis took her to the small room and lay with her once again. It was something she treasured about their encounters. He pulled her close and said, “I have not played with a pony before. Far more enjoyable than I imagined.”
She smiled at the thought that she was his first. “You didn’t miss a detail. From the bit to replace the ball gag to calling me a slut. But why?”
“Did you enjoy it?” he growled lustfully in her ear.
She blushed to admit it. “Yes, Master.”
“You needed to overcome the hesitancy to obey such role play.”
“Although it is not something you normally partake in?”
“Even trainers need to stretch themselves, pearl. No one should remain stagnant.”
She turned towards him and looked into his perilous eyes. “I’d never imagined you had a frisky side, Master.”
“We will not speak of it,” he answered with a funny smile, crushing her to his chest.
What other surprises did Marquis Gray have hidden away?
Rituals and Tasks
Brie was on cloud nine, walking down the hallway with her heels making that lovely clicking sound against the tile as she made her way to Mr. Gallant’s class. Out of nowhere, an unknown assailant drew her inside a dark room, placing a strong hand over her mouth. She struggled, screaming into the unyielding palm.
“Shh…” He lifted his hand away. “It’s me.”
She stopped struggling. His lips brushed against hers, lightly, teasingly. She leaned forward for more, but he pulled back, causing her to protest. “Wha…?”
Sir pushed her against the wall and returned his hand to her mouth. “No more words.” She felt his other hand reach under her skirt and pull her thong down to her knees. Already her body was burning for him. Just his proximity made her crazy, but to be taken this way in the dark by her Sir…
His rigid cock pressed against her stomach as he leaned in, replacing his hand on her lips with his tongue. He plundered her mouth as his hand moved between her legs. She opened herself to his assault, needing to feel him.
“I can’t deny myself any longer,” he growled. He kissed her roughly as he pushed his fin
ger deep inside her wet and willing body. She whimpered, her body a firestorm of lust. His thumb played with her clit as his finger simultaneously caressed her G-spot. Suddenly, he withdrew his hand and he hit the wall with his fist. “Damn you, Brie!”
She felt him move away and cried out, “Don’t stop!”
Silence…
Her shallow gasps filled the room. Brie stayed pressed against the wall, willing him back to her.
She heard his ragged breath and knew he was just out of reach. Brie said nothing, waiting obediently, praying he would return to her.
“Fuck! You’re like a drug to me.”
She whispered into the dark, “Consume me.”
He rushed upon her then. Sir found her wrists in the dark and pulled them above her head. He held onto them with one hand while the other fumbled with his zipper, then guided his shaft into her.
She cried out at the force of his entry. He covered her mouth to keep her quiet as he began thrusting hard, but it wasn’t enough for either of them. He let go of her wrists and lifted her up by the thighs. He gained deeper access with the new angle and smashed her against the wall as he took her roughly.
Brie gasped as his cock claimed its prize. Then she heard Ms. Clark say, “Where the hell is Thane? He’s not in his office.”
Sir’s hand was back on her mouth. His thrusts slowed but did not stop as the two listened to the conversation just outside the door.
Marquis Gray answered, “I have no idea. I’ll head upstairs to ask at the front desk.”
“I’ll check the commons again,” Ms. Clark snapped. “This is such a waste of time! He’s going to get an earful when I see him.”
Brie heard Sir chuckle softly, just before he thrust deep. He kissed her again, his lips expressing a tenderness she hadn’t experienced before. When he pulled away, she breathed out in the barest of whispers, “I love you, Sir.”
He responded by grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her deeply as his body crushed her against the wall. His tongue thrust into her mouth with the same passion as his cock drove into her burning depths. She lost herself in his desire as he consumed her—mind, body and soul.
“I need more…” he grunted.
She was desperate to give him more, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Just say the word and I am yours completely.”
His lips moved to her ear. She heard his intake of breath just as he was about to speak. Brie closed her eyes, waiting to hear his declaration of love.
****
The door swung open and light flooded the room. “Brie, what are you doing in the dark?” Mr. Reynolds asked.
Brie rubbed her eyes, waking from her dream. She looked up at her boss as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “I just needed to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Did I go past my break?” She started to get up, but he told her to sit back down.
“You’re fine. You still have a few minutes left.”
Brie took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Even in her dreams she had been denied hearing Sir say those three little words. She felt her heart catch. Is it a sign that I never will?
Mr. Reynolds sat down next to her in the tiny office. “Is there anything I can do? You know I will be happy to help if I can.”
She smiled at the compassionate man who was so much like a father to her. “It’s nothing to worry about, Mr. Reynolds. Classes are just taking a lot out of me. It’ll be over soon.”
He responded sadly, “I have an uneasy feeling that I won’t be seeing your smiling face around here much longer.” He patted her hand. “But that’s okay. You were meant for more than this. It’s just that this old man will miss you.”
“Who says I’m leaving?” she quipped. “You can’t run this place with Jeff as your sidekick.”
He looked at her kindly. “Brie, you deserve better than this.”
Tears welled up when she heard the earnestness in his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds.”
He gave her hand one final pat. “So have you got enough Zs or should I turn the light back off and give you five more minutes?”
“I think I’m good.”
“Glad to hear it. Jeff screwed up stocking yesterday. Do you mind taking care of that?”
“I don’t know how you put up with that boy,” Brie grumbled good-naturedly as she got up from her chair.
“What choice do I have when he’s related to the owner? I consider Jeff a cross I must bear. The boy teaches me patience on a level no one else could.” He stood up and grinned. “Besides, who else would put up with him?”
“You’re a good man, Mr. Reynolds,” she said, and gave him a peck on his weathered cheek.
As she left work that night, Brie felt a cool chill travel down her spine. Her boss was right; she felt it in her bones that her days at the tobacco shop were numbered. She struggled with the conflicting emotions of excitement and sadness, knowing things were about to change.
She walked up to the doors of the Training Center with a playful grin on her face. Blue Eyes had been the one to mess with her mind for weeks now. It was high time to give him a taste of his own medicine. As she passed, she tucked her hair behind her ear while batting her eyes at him.
He cleared his throat before saying his customary, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She turned around in one fluid motion, blowing him a kiss before turning back around and walking to the elevator. Take that, Wolfpup, she thought, giggling to herself.
Mr. Gallant’s class centered on the importance of tasks and rituals. “Daily tasks given by the Dominant are gifts. They may look like common, everyday tasks to an outsider, but for the submissive it is the opportunity to serve her Master. It allows her to please her Dom and gives her an opportunity to be rewarded for a job well done.”
“Rituals, on the other hand, are formalized series of words or actions that reinforce the D/s dynamic. They are created to set the mood and build anticipation. They should be simple and meaningful to both parties.”
“Miss Bennett, can you give me an example of a task versus a ritual?”
Luckily, Brie had been paying close attention. “An example of a task would be laying out your Dom’s clothes for the following day, meeting his exact specifications. A ritual could be greeting your Dominant at the door every day in a submissive pose until he touches your head and commands you to serve him.”
“Very good.”
Mr. Gallant opened his desk drawer and pulled out three cell phones. He placed one on each of their desks. “Tonight you will be doing a set of tasks for one of your trainers. You are expected to obey to the letter—no excuses. That may mean being creative in order to fulfill the commands given to you.”
Brie didn’t understand why a phone would be needed, but she felt the thrill that always came with a new challenge.
“You will meet the trainers at the commons. Remember that the goal is to follow the task to the letter. Failure is not an option.” The three girls got up to leave and he added, “Go ahead and take your coats with you. You will be leaving the Center shortly.”
Lea squealed after they left his classroom. “Another field trip!”
Brie couldn’t hide her excitement. “I wonder what we’ll be asked to do this time. I love outdoor practicums!”
Mary scoffed, “It sounds dumb to me.”
Brie frowned. “Why do you have to put everything down? You never give anything a chance, even though you end up enjoying it.”
“Hey, don’t knock how I approach life. If I expect the worst, when it happens I’m not disappointed.”
Brie shook her head. “That sounds like a depressing way to live.”
Mary snorted. “It works for me. If things go well then it’s an unexpected surprise, and I’m happy about it.”
Brie stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What if, by expecting things to go badly, you guarantee they do?”
Lea piped in, “Yeah, like what if you’re creating your own reality with your negative thinking?”
Mary rolled her eyes. “If that were true, I would never experience anything good. The fact that I do shoots your little theory to hell. Why do you two even care, anyway?”
“Because your negative attitude affects us,” Lea answered.
Mary growled angrily, “And this is why I hate women! I don’t want to hold hands and skip around pretending everything is wonderful. It’s dumb.”
“No, you’re dumb!” Lea snapped.
Her venomous outburst surprised Brie. They couldn’t afford to fight—not now. This was their last week together.
Maybe that’s why Mary is acting hostile. What if Mary didn’t want their time together to end any more than she did?
Brie stopped again and turned on them both. “Enough! We are here to support each other. Tonight, we are going to kick butt on our tasks. Our trainers will talk about our awesomeness for years, do you understand me?”
Lea smiled at her. “Uh-huh! Kicking ass and taking names…”
“You two are so juvenile,” Mary said contemptuously as she walked ahead of the two. Then she looked back and added with a wink, “Of course, I’m going to kick better butt than either of you. It’ll be my name the trainers will be talking about for years.”
Brie pulled the belt from her coat discreetly, folding it in half. When Mary wasn’t looking, she whipped her ass with it. “You wish! It’s Brie all the way, woman.”
Mary jumped away in surprise and then faced her with a grin. “Stinky cheese? I think not.” She scooted to the side when Brie tried to hit her again.
Lea giggled adorably. “Yes, you will be remembered as Mary Quite Contrary and Stinky Brie, but it will be Lea the Lovely that will stand above the rest.”
“Bend over, Lea. I must beat you for that,” Brie commanded.
They heard a door open and Faelan popped his head out of the classroom. His voice was unusually stern. “You are aware that we can hear every word you say.”
Brie instantly apologized, bowing her head in mortification. How embarrassing to have had Blue Eyes, along with the other training Dominants, hear their feminine exchange.
