Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

by Red Phoenix

  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 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

  Brie 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.”

  “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.