by Red Phoenix
Sir moved her onto the next scene. “You may enjoy watching Cat O’ Nines. She is well known for her intense play.”
Brie concentrated on the new scene, putting all her focus into it. The Domme’s dramatic show fascinated Brie. The performance was enhanced by the powerful music she chose to accompany her work, a haunting melody with intense instrumentals.
Cat O’ Nines’ submissive was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and already had red lash marks on his thighs and back.
She had just put down a cane and picked up a flogger with evil little knots on the end of each tail. She swung it in the air several times, showing the crowd her wicked-looking nine-tail before striking her submissive. His cry filled The Haven. Brie shifted uncomfortably, imagining that flogger making contact with her own skin.
The Domme played with her sub, striking several times and then cupping his ass or running her long nails between his legs. She continued like that, his cries of pleasure/pain building in intensity. Brie was horrified that she found it sexually arousing as welts appeared on his back.
There was a break in the action as Cat O’ Nines unbound him and turned him around to face the crowd. His strong erection made it obvious that he thoroughly enjoyed his Mistress’ attention. The Domme bound him again and began on his thighs, moving ever closer to his rigid cock. Brie was riveted.
“I must leave you, téa,” Sir said quietly. “Feel free to walk around and observe. Once I am done with this meeting, you and I will enjoy our own scene.”
Brie’s heart raced as he walked away. I hope it’s a short meeting. Just then, the masochistic sub roared out in pain, but Brie couldn’t bear to look and headed back to Tono’s scene instead.
The Asian Dom spent several minutes securing the girl’s legs and then moved to her arms. He was very precise, needing her body to be perfectly supported balanced by the rope because he was preparing to lift her in the air. Long ropes attached to her body were already slipped through the large metal ring hanging in the air. However, it was easy to see the girl was nervous. Tono stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around her, whispering something in her ear.
The girl’s face began to relax when she closed her eyes. Brie knew the sub was matching his breath and she found herself unconsciously doing the same. The instant she felt the harmony, Tono looked up and stared directly into her soul.
Brie stumbled backwards and then turned and ran to an alcove on the other side of the room. She pretended to watch a paddling session as she tried to regain her bearings. Brie hadn’t expected the connection with Tono to remain as strong. She knew in her heart she must eliminate the emotional ties that bound her to the gentle Dom, but she had no idea how.
Toasted Brie
Brie had no idea how long she’d been standing there staring blankly at the scene, but she was brought back to life the moment she felt the warm breath of her Master on her neck. He growled in her ear, “Are you ready, téa?”
“Yes, my Sir.”
He chuckled softly, kissing her on the top of her head. “What we are about to do will not hurt. I’ve been told by those I’ve scened with in the past that it is actually quite relaxing, but it will require your trust.” He began guiding her through the multitudes, adding, “It is certain to draw a crowd.”
“What are you going to do, Sir?”
He just smiled and said, “Trust me.”
Brie sighed in nervous excitement. She loved the thrill of the unknown and Sir knew that—knew how it added a heightened sense of exhilaration. She practically skipped beside him as he took her to an empty alcove. This one was dark with midnight-blue walls and low lights. There was a table set at a slight incline in the center and the faint scent of cinnamon filled the small space.
“Take off all your clothes except your panties and lie face down on the table.”
As Brie complied with his command, Sir began taking out items from the duffle bag. She glanced over to get a better idea of what he had planned for her, but the only item she recognized was a bottle labeled ‘70% Isopropyl Alcohol’.
Oh boy…
Brie lay down on the table and turned her head towards Sir, ignoring the crowd that was already gathering. It appeared that everyone wanted to see Sir play with his newly collared sub. She forced herself to take long, slow breaths to combat her nervousness. The last thing Sir took out from the duffle bag was a CD player. He turned on music that featured a female with a lilting Celtic voice.
“We will begin by warming you up first,” Sir said soothingly. He ran his fingers over her back and down her legs. As always, Sir’s touch thrilled her. He ran his hands back up her legs and gave her framed little ass a light smack. Brie giggled, not expecting it.
She glanced at Sir and saw his smile as he began to caress with more pressure, causing her whole body to relax. Brie held her breath when he began tapping her skin, much the same way that Marquis Gray had when he flogged her. Brie quickly peeked at the items again, but noted there was no flogger.
“Curious, are we?” he murmured as his hands danced over her back and down her thighs. This time Sir slapped her buttocks twice with a much greater force so that the sound of it echoed in the small alcove.
Brie yelped. “A spanking session, Master?”
“No, I just love playing with your ass, téa.” He winked at her as he smacked her again.
She heard several whispers and turned her head to see that the crowd had grown significantly in that short time. Sir moved away from her and came back with a brush. He began brushing her hair, binding it in a high ponytail so that it lay away from her shoulders. “We cannot have any hair in the way,” he stated.
Sir went back to the duffle bag and pulled out a fire extinguisher. Brie shuddered involuntarily.
“Do you wish to continue, téa?” Sir asked.
She hesitated for just a second before answering. “Yes, Master.”
“There is nothing to be frightened of.”
“If she doesn’t want to, I volunteer!” an uncouth submissive shouted from the crowd.
Sir ignored the unwelcomed offer, keeping his eyes solely on Brie. “In my opinion, fire is far more elegant than the violet wand. Truly a beautiful display.” He peeled off her panties and asked her to keep her legs closed. “Cross your arms and lay your head down in a comfortable position. You must stay still at all times.”
He lightly brushed her back with his fingers before walking over to the table. He poured the alcohol into a small container and put what looked like a large cotton swab into it. “The process is simple, téa. I will apply the alcohol and then light it. I will snuff out any lingering flames with my hand. You will not be burned. I have done this many times and am experienced in the art.” He traced her backbone with his fingers before dragging the swab over her spine. “It feels cool initially as it evaporates,” Sir lit a slow-burning match, “but that is about to change.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, careful to keep the flame away from her. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master.”
Sir tapped the flame on her back and intense heat raced up her back. Sir’s hand swept the area in a fluid motion and the heat was gone. The crowd murmured their appreciation. It must have looked impressive.
“How was it?”
“Interesting. I would like to feel it again, Master.”
“But of course…” Sir dragged the wet swab over her spine and tapped the flame against it. Again, the fire raced up her back. It was too fast to cause pain, although the heat was brief and concentrated. Sir swept the flames away before they burned her skin.
“I believe your ass is craving a little attention, téa.”
Brie bit her lip as he caressed both cheeks with his free hand. Where his hand touched, the alcohol soon followed.
“I always said you had a hot ass.” The crowd chuckled as he tapped her right cheek with the match and spanked it out with his hand. Then he moved to the left cheek, slapping that one several times just for fun after the
flames went out.
Brie closed her eyes as Sir explored her body with the flames. Always his caress came before the cool of the liquid and the burn of the heat. He had been right; it was relaxing and it was made all that more pleasant because of the abundant touching it required.
“Now we will ramp it up a notch,” he announced to the crowd. Brie turned in time to see Sir take a swig from another cup on the table just before a fireball shot from his lips up into the air.
People broke out in enthusiastic applause. Brie glanced over and saw that the crowd was huge now. Sir rinsed his mouth out with water before leaning down and giving Brie a kiss on the lips. “Turn over, téa.”
She turned herself onto her back so that she was facing Sir. The fire in his hand danced in the reflection of his eyes, giving him an almost sinister look. “Now you can witness the beauty of the flames.”
Sir blew out the match and put it back on the table. Like he had done for her back, he caressed her skin, warming it up before the fire play ensued, but this time he interspersed the caresses with gentle kisses all over her body. Brie purred silently. Could there be anything better than this?
He turned up the volume, letting the lilting Celtic melody set the scene. Then he traced a line on her thigh before following it with the alcohol. Sir lit the match and said with a grin, “Toasted Brie,” just before he tapped the flame on her thigh and the fire raced up her leg.
Brie gasped in surprise. It was exhilarating to actually see the flame as she felt its heat. “Oh, Sir…”
“Do you like, téa?”
She looked into his flaming eyes. “Very much, Master.”
“My fiery goddess,” he growled as he caressed her other thigh. Brie held her breath as she watched him set fire to her skin. The flames danced upon her body before he swept them away. It was extremely sensual on a level she had not experienced before. She could feel the excitement of the crowd as they watched Sir skillfully control the fire to the graceful rhythm of the music.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “This may feel a little hotter, my dear. Nipples are sensitive bits.”
She looked at him in fear. “Master…”
He smiled down at her, his eyes blazing orange. “Do you trust me?”
She did not hesitate this time. “Completely, Master.”
“As it should be.”
Brie noticed that Sir picked up a towel and soaked it with water before announcing to the crowd. “You know you have a superior sub when she will let you do this.”
He swirled the cotton tip over her right nipple, leaving only a trace of the fuel. He put it down and returned to her. With a sinuous movement, he tapped the flame on the tip of her erect nipple and Brie cried out as the fire consumed it. In an instant Sir swept the flame away with the damp towel and his warm mouth had encased her nipple. He sucked hard as the crowd went wild.
When he pulled away, Brie whimpered in protest, wanting more.
“Would you like me to light the other one?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Please, Master.”
He repeated the performance, letting it burn on her left nipple a second longer. Brie’s pussy contracted in pleasure when she felt the coolness of the towel and the warmth of his lips as they landed on her nipple. Sir reached between her legs. “So wet,” he murmured as he kissed her, stroking her clit gently with his finger.
This time when he pulled away, her pussy was pulsing with need. Instead of relieving the ache, Sir placed a large blanket over her. He kissed her forehead. “Allow yourself to enjoy the aftereffects of fire play, téa.”
Sir began cleaning the area, but continually came back to touch and whisper his praise of her as he gave her sips of water. People began to disperse, but there were a few who remained. Brie was certain they were subs who wished that they could trade places with her.
Brie stared at the ceiling and smiled. Luckiest sub in the world.
A Desperate Move
Once Sir was assured Brie was fine to move about, he informed her that he had one last meeting to attend. “I do not care for leaving you so soon, téa. You may continue to observe the other scenes or retire in the back to be alone for a few minutes.” He tilted her chin up and graced her with his stunning smile. “I admire your trust in me, little sub. It was beautiful to witness.”
“You have earned my trust, Master. I would do anything you ask.”
“Then I ask that you trust your natural instinct, téa.” He put his hand gently on her chest. “If you ever feel a checking in your spirit telling you to stop, I expect you to honor it.”
She looked into his magnetic eyes. “I will, Master. I promise.”
He nodded. “Good.”
Sir turned her around and smacked her on the ass. “Now, go off and find something you want Master to try.”
She glanced back at him and grinned. “If it pleases you, Sir.”
Brie wandered through the crowds searching for something unusual, something that called to her pussy—so to speak.
“Brie…”
She peered to her left and saw Faelan standing beside her. Her heart jumped into her throat. “Go away!”
“I won’t touch you and I won’t stop you if you walk away, but I need you to hear me out.”
Brie backed away, looking around desperately for Sir, but he was nowhere in sight. “Mr. Wallace, I got in serious trouble the last time I talked to you.”
“You weren’t the only one, Brie, and I am sorry. I should have talked to Davis first as per protocol. However, I did get permission to talk with you tonight in this public area. There’s no reason to be concerned.”
Brie scanned the crowd again, unsure if it was really okay to talk to him, but then she remembered Master saying that he wanted her to meet with someone tonight. Faelan interrupted her thoughts, stating, “Brie, you need to listen. I need you to understand.”
She frowned, not understanding what possible good it could do. However, Sir wanted her to speak with him so it was her duty to listen. “Understand what, Mr. Wallace? Nothing you say can change what’s transpired. I don’t see how talking will help either of us.” She stared at the floor, unsure where to look in a situation like this.
“Brie, I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused you.” Faelan’s voice caught. “But you should know that you’ve changed my life. Given me direction and hope. I can’t stand the thought of you not knowing the significance of what you have done or how I feel about you.”
She looked up into his soulful blue eyes. “Okay, I forgive you.”
He shook his head violently. “No, I will not be satisfied until you understand.”
Brie crossed her arms, sighing irritably. “Fine! You said you didn’t have relations with Mary. I believe you, but I will never understand why you didn’t tell me that night. Why did you avoid the question and act like I was in the wrong for questioning you about it?”
“Because you were wrong to question me. It was the same as saying you didn’t trust me. I don’t know Mary, why would I jeopardize us, what we had, for a stranger? It upset me that you understood me so little.”
She frowned. “But it wasn’t just that. During the interview, you were so flippant with your answers, as if you didn’t care enough to take the interview seriously—or me for that matter.”
“I thought you were mine,” he answered candidly. “I thought the interview was simply a formality for us.” He moved to touch her, but stopped himself. “You and I… we are meant for each other. Two people cut from the same cloth. I knew it when I met you. Damn it, Brie! I thought you felt the same way.”
She looked at him with renewed sympathy, but stuck to her guns. “You seemed so overconfident that night, like I was more of a conquest, not someone you actually cared for. And then the way you acted with Mary…”
“I fucked up that night, blossom. I admit that. But you need to know where I’ve been, why you mean so much to me.”
Faelan’s potential confession frightened he
r. Brie glanced around again, searching for Sir in the crowd.
He spoke in a low tone so that others could not hear. “I killed someone, blossom.” She didn’t believe what she’d just heard, so she inched closer to hear him more clearly. “At sixteen, I killed a boy my age while driving home at night. I was lighting a cigarette and the match fell. I ran a red light, but didn’t know it until I looked up and saw the other car just before I crashed into it. The poor kid never had a chance.” He stopped, taking a ragged breath.
Brie said nothing, but in her head she imagined the other kid, eyes wide in horror as his death raced towards him, no way out.
“It should have been me. I should have been the one to die that night. No way should that kid have paid for my carelessness.”
“That’s so awful…” she said sorrowfully.
His blue eyes had a haunted look when he spoke. “I will never forget the terror on his face in the glare of the headlights or the sound at impact.” He shuddered and abruptly turned away from her.
Brie was tempted to touch his shoulder in order to comfort him, but she resisted the urge, knowing it could be misconstrued by others.
When Faelan faced her again, he’d regained his composure. “Brie, I have lived every day since then imprisoned in a wall of guilt and self-hatred. It ruined any chance at a normal life and I often wished I was dead. Until you happened.”
She shook her head. “I didn’t do anything.”
He smiled at her. “The day you fell into my arms I felt a spark of life, a connection. Then when I saw you at the beach and realized what you were training to be, everything fell into place. I knew I was meant to be your Dom and I was single-minded in my quest to win you over. Even Davis agreed. Why else would he allow me to join the training, take me under his wing and give me additional lessons? Why?”
