by Red Phoenix
“I’m right behind ya, sister.”
“But ladies, I have so much more to teach you,” Autumn called from the ice, doing a beautiful spiral before them.
“Another day, Autumn. I don’t want you to abuse Brie too much on her first day meeting you.”
“Wimps!” she cried.
“A wimp and proud of it,” Brie shot back, holding up both thumbs.
Once they had settled in a booth with hot chocolate in hand, Brie decided to ask the obvious. “So, Autumn, do you mind me asking what happened?”
“No, not at all. I was in a car accident when I was a kid. After I lost my leg, my mom decided to sign me up for ice-skating to give me something to focus on and strive towards.” Autumn looked back longingly at the rink. “It’s only on the ice I’m as graceful and beautiful as I feel in my heart.”
Brie was touched by her words. “You’re a strong person, Autumn.”
She picked up her Styrofoam cup and smiled at Brie. “I’m lucky to be alive, and I keep that to the forefront of my mind any day I start feeling sorry for myself.”
“Those are words we all should live by,” Brie said with admiration.
Lea gave Autumn a hug. “I told you she was something special.”
“You know what I like about you, Brie?” Autumn asked, still nestled against Lea’s big boobs.
Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks. “I can’t imagine.”
“You’re a famous director, and you didn’t bring it up all evening. You were just genuine and fun.”
“I’m not famous, Autumn. Lea’s been exaggerating.”
Autumn sat back up and smiled at her. “I know who you are, Brie Bennett. I’ve been following your story ever since the documentary came out. It’s the reason I was brave enough to approach Lea. She was such a goof on screen I just had to meet her in real life.”
“Aww…” Lea pressed Autumn’s face back against her chest one more time. “I can’t believe I’m goofy enough for you, friend.”
“You’re even goofier than me, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
Brie enjoyed watching their friendly teasing. “So, Autumn, are you into the lifestyle yourself?”
“Oh no, I could never…”
“Too kinky for you?”
“No, it’s just that I don’t think I could handle being intimate with someone like that. I…I don’t have the confidence. Besides, I’m much happier on the ice.”
“Even though I’ve just met you, I can tell you’re a beautiful person—and it’s not just on the ice.”
Autumn blushed a deep shade of crimson, then made a classic Lea move. “Why shouldn’t you tell jokes while ice skating?”
Brie shook her head, knowing it was going to be bad. “No clue.”
“Because the ice might crack up.”
Lea and Brie started snickering, then broke out in giggles that wouldn’t stop.
Autumn shook her head in amusement. “It wasn’t that funny, but thanks.”
The girls had another round of hot cocoa before heading home. Before they parted, Brie asked Autumn, “Do you mind if I give you a hug?”
“With kindred spirits, hugs are always welcome.”
Brie wrapped her arms around the extraordinary woman. A sense of peace and wellbeing radiating from Autumn, and surrounded Brie as she held her. “It was truly an honor to meet you tonight. Thanks for giving me a chance.”
“Hey, thanks for putting up with me and my odd ways.”
Brie turned to Lea. “And thank you for bringing us together, girlfriend.”
“Actually, Brie, it was you and your film.”
Brie paused to think about it. “I guess you’re right. Amazing to think that everything we do has a ripple effect we’re not aware of.” She smiled at Lea and Autumn. “If you take it a step further, the three of us would never have met if Sir hadn’t left his business card at the tobacco shop.”
Brie smiled to herself. Thank you, Sir!
A Session with Clark
Brie was anxious about filming Ms. Clark again and placed Tono’s white orchid in her hair with trembling hands. “Help me to breathe, Tono,” she silently prayed.
She hadn’t gotten a chance to talk privately with the Domme since the prank. Despite Lea’s assurances, Brie was worried she might end up in the stockades during the session today. However, it was a risk worth taking, as her producer, Mr. Holloway, had specifically requested she included a scene that featured the Dominatrix. The documentary was extremely important to Brie, and she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure Ms. Clark was part of it.
She took solace in the fact that the trainer herself had scheduled the session. Just like the first time, Ms. Clark surprised Brie with her willingness to help with the documentary despite their many differences. She was unsure if it was because of the Domme’s close relationship with Sir, or if there were other things in play she was unaware of. Regardless, Brie was determined to capture the beauty and allure of a skilled Domme on film. She owed the public no less.
Unfortunately for Brie, she arrived ten minutes late to the session through no fault of her own. Brie prided herself on being on time and fully expected to be reprimanded by the Domme, but Ms. Clark was the epitome of calm. She looked up when Brie entered the room.
“Good afternoon, Miss Bennett.”
Her calm demeanor was startling, but it was not the only thing that struck Brie. The Domme had dressed in a sexy red corset and black hose, with dangerous-looking heels that ended in gold-tipped spikes. Her long blonde hair framed her flawless makeup, and her perfect lips sported the same vibrant red as the corset.
Ms. Clark was absolutely stunning, making it difficult for Brie to keep her eyes from straying back to the handsome Domme as she set up her equipment.
“So, Miss Bennett, collared life treating you well?” Ms. Clark asked, a smile playing on her sensuous lips.
Brie stopped adjusting the camera to answer her. “Very well, Ms. Clark. I have grown tenfold under Sir’s guidance.”
“He seems to agree, and only has good things to say about you.”
Brie cocked her head in surprise. “He talks about me to you?”
“Yes. We still keep in contact. Are you surprised by that?”
“I knew he called you on occasion, but I never suspected I was part of the conversation.” Brie went back to work, hiding her smile.
Ms. Clark sighed in irritation. “I’m still not pleased you know as much as you do about my past, but I suppose it can’t be helped. You are, after all, Sir’s submissive. It’s his choice what to share and not to share with you.”
The way she said it put Brie on edge. Her words were true enough, but her tone of voice hinted that there were things Sir was not sharing with Brie. It upset her, but she refused to let her emotions muddy this opportunity to film the trainer.
“Ms. Clark, how will this scene play out today?”
“You will call me Mistress Clark during this session.”
Brie nodded. “It will be my pleasure.”
“I thought your audience would be interested in watching a Domme work with both a male and a female.”
Brie’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. She’d never seen Ms. Clark work with a man before, and she knew Mr. Holloway would approve. “If that’s the case, where exactly in the room will both scenes take place? I want to make sure we have proper lighting.”
Ms. Clark stood, walked slowly to the center of the room and turned around to face her. The Domme gestured to either side of her and gave Brie a beguiling smile.
It was unsettling. The allure of the woman was undeniable, and Brie found herself responding to it much as she did to a confident Dom. She answered with a disinterested voice, not wanting her old trainer to pick up on her body’s confusing reaction. “Perfect—that will make it easy for me.”
Brie concentrated on the lighting while Ms. Clark set up her table of instruments. Brie glanced across the room and saw that the Domme had laid out a variety of can
es of various lengths and widths, as well as a set of floggers. Brie remembered that the Dominatrix favored the cane, but she had never seen the woman wield it. She felt actually sorry for Lea.
When two unknown subs entered the room, Brie was taken aback. She’d naturally assumed that the Domme would be working with Lea for this scene.
The female submissive was stout, with a beautiful face, bleached hair and a boyish haircut, while the male was tall and lean with unusually long, brown hair. The two complemented each other well.
Brie watched them bow before Ms. Clark. They did not move or speak after bowing before their Mistress, and she did not acknowledge them as she finished setting up the table. Once she was done she looked at Brie. “Ready?”
“Yes, Mistress Clark. I will simply film. I won’t disturb the scene, but if at any point you wish me to stop, just signal to me.”
“Good,” she said dismissively. She turned and addressed her subs. “Stand, Breeze and Leo. Thank Miss Bennett for the privilege of being filmed today.”
They both stood gracefully and turned to Brie, bowing their heads slightly. “Thank you, Miss Bennett,” they said in unison.
“My pleasure,” she replied, smiling encouragingly at them. “There is no reason to be nervous about the camera or me. This is just a scene with your Mistress. Don’t even think about it.”
Ms. Clark walked around her submissives, tracing her fingernail over their chests. Both were wearing black, Leo in form-fitting boxers and Breeze in a sports bra and thong. “My subs know to focus their attention only on me. Anything less would require swift and painful punishment.”
Brie shivered, having experienced Ms. Clark’s punishment in the past—she would never think of a paddle in the same way again.
Ms. Clark smiled alluringly at Brie. “Are you ready to begin, Miss Bennett?”
“Absolutely, Mistress Clark—just say the word.”
The Domme instructed her subs where to stand. The two stood in exactly the same position, with their hands held at their sides in an open and pleasing manner, legs spread comfortably apart, heads lowered in a submissive stance. Their pose alone was artfully sensuous, inviting play.
“We begin.” The Domme picked up a thin rattan cane from the table and slapped it against her hand as she walked around her subs, openly admiring them. “Leo, handsome and compliant. And then there’s Breeze, striking and willful.”
She caressed Leo’s leg muscles with her cane, and Brie could see his physical arousal from the simple contact. Ms. Clark whacked him playfully on the ass as she passed, and he grunted in satisfaction.
When she came up to Breeze, she put the cane between her legs and tapped from side to side. The girl opened her legs into a wider stance.
“Better.”
Ms. Clark moved around to her front, using the side of the thin cane to stroke the girl’s breasts. She caressed the sub’s thighs with the cane, using a gentle touch like that of a lover. The Domme stepped back and lightly bounced the instrument up the front of the sub’s upper thighs. Mistress Clark skipped over her mound and continued to tap up her stomach, stopping just below the crease of her breasts.
The Mistress then moved behind the sub and started to travel leisurely up her legs with the cane, tapping over the roundness of her ass and up the back. The strength of the contact was still playful.
“Watch as I play with my sub,” the Domme commanded Leo. He dutifully lifted his head and turned to watch the seductress at work.
Mistress Clark rubbed the girl’s ass with the cane in lazy circles, letting the sub know which area would be first to feel its sting. Brie held her breath, waiting for the moment.
With lightning-quick speed, the Domme cracked the cane three times on Breeze’s ass. The girl moaned in pleasure, obviously liking the sting the cane delivered. Mistress Clark came up behind her, almost but not quite touching her. “Head up, Breeze.” The sub stared at the ceiling as the Domme wrapped her arm around her, rubbing the cane over the front of her thighs just below her mound. The next area had been selected…
Brie watched expectantly as the Mistress delivered three quick strokes to the girl’s groin. The sub moaned again.
Ms. Clark looked into the camera as she spoke. “I know what you want, Breeze.”
Brie’s breath caught. The way Ms. Clark pronounced the name…she could have sworn the trainer was speaking to her. She bit her lip to stop any unintended expression, knowing the Domme was still looking intently at her.
“But I’m not going to give it to you,” the Domme said, breaking contact with the camera and whispering to her sub loudly enough to be heard, “Yet.”
She tapped the end of the cane on each nipple before moving over to the male sub and roughly grabbing his chin, planting a firm kiss on his lips. She ran her fingernails over his chest with one hand, still holding the cane with the other. The way she held it was like a promise—and a warning.
“Breeze, you may watch.”
The girl lowered her gaze from the ceiling and turned to observe. Brie appreciated the sexual charm of being paired with another sub. She’d experienced it once with Lea. Seeing and hearing another person being played with was a total turn-on, especially knowing that you would be next.
“Do not move, sub,” Mistress Clark said as she rubbed his torso with her cane before sliding it down over his groin. She struck the cane against his cock three times, causing it to swell underneath the fabric. The Domme looked down and smiled. “Yes, you like the feel of the cane, don’t you?”
“I do, Mistress,” he answered.
“But you like it harder,” she purred, moving over to the table to pick up a thicker cane made of bamboo. “Hands behind your neck,” she ordered.
He lifted his arms, showing off his chest and the large bulge in his boxers to the camera as Mistress Clark took her position beside him. It was a powerful scene, the virile male sub ready and willing to receive a caning from his stunning Mistress.
“Count, Leo.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Brie heard the satisfying thud as the bamboo made contact. Mistress Clark held it there for several seconds. Brie knew from experience that it allowed the sensation of the strike to dissipate throughout the body.
“One,” he announced clearly.
She struck again, harder the second time, and pressed it against his skin afterwards.
“Two,” he said in a low, satisfied tone.
Each successive hit was slightly more intense than the last, and the Domme knew how to deliver them with strength. The sub’s shaft plainly showed what he thought of his Mistress’ caning skills. She stopped at ten and rubbed the area with her palm as she kissed him deeply. It was erotic to witness.
She whispered something to Leo before breaking away and smiling at her other sub. “I have not forgotten you.”
Ms. Clark went back to the table and selected a cane braided in red leather. It was not as thin as the first, but similar in size. “Your Mistress knows your heart’s desire, Breeze.” She told the girl to hold out both hands.
The sub held them out, palm side up.
“Good girl.” The sensual way Ms. Clark said those simple words caused goose bumps to rise on Brie’s skin. She placed the cane in the sub’s grasp, then began to run her hands over the girl’s body, not aggressively or crudely. They were light, romantic touches that traveled near the sensitive areas but never quite touched.
The amorous look on Breeze’s face showed on the camera. Mistress Clark not only had her two subs captivated, but Brie knew the audience watching would be as well. This filming session was pure gold, she could feel it in her bones.
The Domme took the cane from the girl and commanded, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”
The sub put her hands on her knees and slowly slid them down to her ankles in a sensual move. Mistress and sub were an erotic pair, bewitching the camera with every moment they made.
“Would you like to wear my marks, Breeze?”
“I w
ould be honored, Mistress.”
“Hold the position and make no sound.”
Mistress Clark moved beside her and held the cane away from the girl’s fleshy ass, making her wait—making everyone wait for the Domme’s pleasure.
Brilliant! Brie thought as she filmed.
When the strokes came, they were in quick succession, one after the other down her ass to her thighs. When Ms. Clark stopped, Brie let out a breath. The girl had not made a peep.
Ms. Clark knelt down and lifted the sub’s head. “Again?”
“Yes, if it pleases you, Mistress.”
The Domme stood and glanced briefly at the camera with a confident look before she returned to her position. Again she made the sub wait to receive her attention. It was like riding a roller coaster and hanging at the top for those few seconds before falling.
The rain of rapping was as quick and thorough as the first set. The sub let out a moan at the end.
“I said no sound.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ms. Clark struck her swiftly, just a single stroke that looked as if it hurt. The girl squirmed from the impact but remained silent. Another stroke landed seconds later.
“Stand. You took your punishment well, Breeze,” the Domme complimented her. The sub rolled gracefully up from her stance, a look of joy on her face despite the tears in her eyes.
Ms. Clark ran her hand over the girl’s ass with a look of pride. “The marks look lovely on you, by the way. I knew they would.”
“I love wearing your marks, Mistress,” Breeze answered breathlessly.
Ms. Clark hovered achingly near the girl’s mouth for a few seconds before kissing her. She broke the passionate kiss to put the cane down on the table, instructing the sub to join Leo.
Breeze moved beside Leo, the sides of their feet touching so they were connected physically.
Ms. Clark returned to the male sub, tracing her fingernail over his jawbone. Brie could see a subtle shiver ripple through his body at her touch. He was on fire for his Mistress.
“I will end today’s session with you together.”
