by Vi Keeland
“Don’t move. That’s lovely.” She lay perfectly still as he preserved her state of bliss on film. She thought he was going to start on the other leg and squealed when she felt him lick her sex.
“Oh, too much, too much!” Brie’s clit was extra sensitive in the wake of his pounding. She didn’t think her poor body could handle being eaten.
His chuckle was low and vibrated on her clit. “That is the beauty of the rope, little one. I am in control. I say when it is enough.” His tongue swirled around her clit and outer folds, tasting her juices. When he began sucking, it sent a shockwave through her. She tried to pull away, but all he had to do was hold down her untied leg and he was free to continue. She whimpered and begged him to stop as the feeling grew stronger. It didn’t feel like a normal orgasm approaching, and it unnerved her.
“Please, Tono. Stop,” she whimpered.
He ignored her pleas. Whatever it was, it was coming over her and she was powerless to prevent it. When it hit, time stopped for Brie. An ice-cold wave gripped her body and held her in its grasp. Her pussy contracted in response and refused to stop.
She made little mewing sounds, unable to speak—to think. She was at the mercy of this new orgasm, and Tono’s constant suction was the source. He kept her there for an undeterminable amount of time and then broke away. Slowly, she felt herself returning to earth.
He helped her sit up and wound the rope over her eyes to make a blindfold. He lay her back down, and she vaguely heard Tono moving around as he took more photos. Then his gentle hands took hold of her unbound ankle and began the process of restraining it. Her body trembled under his touch, familiar with the remarkable power he had over her.
Tono murmured praises as he took additional photos, but she was floating and could hardly make out what he was saying. She didn’t respond to him until she felt his lips on her clit again. “Ohhh…”
He took her on a journey back to that place where pleasure meets otherworldliness. His tongue kept her there for so long that she barely noticed when he broke away. But she smiled when she felt his manhood slide into her heaven to join her. Together, they rode the tide of pleasure as one. He was a part of her. They were conjoined in a way she had never experienced. If she had been able to, she would have wrapped her arms around him and drawn him even farther into herself.
Brie became lost in the sensations and was surprised when she opened her eyes to find herself in Tono’s bed, wrapped in his arms instead of the rope.
“You’re back.”
She looked into his brown eyes and sighed contentedly. “Whatever that was, whatever you did… It was amazing.”
“I’m glad you respond so well to the call of the jute, toriko. Most do not embrace it as fully as you.”
“How did I get here?” she asked, looking around his bedroom.
“I cut you from the ropes when I saw how deep you were into subspace. We’ve been lying together for over a half-hour.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No need to be, little one. Watching you fly is beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
A giant yawn escaped her lips. She covered her mouth and apologized again.
He put a finger to them. “No more apologies. I’m not surprised you are tired. You’ve had quite a journey.” His finger left a trail of tingling sensation on her lips. “I will call for a cab.”
She was disappointed he wanted her to leave so soon, and he must have read it on her face.
He smiled with open affection. “I want to drive you home, toriko, but it would not be deemed appropriate.” He tugged on the collar around her neck. “I cannot fraternize with you beyond the confines of the school until your training is complete.” He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. “According to the clock, it’s getting close to twelve. Class ends at midnight, does it not?”
She nodded her head glumly.
“So, I will call the cab and while we wait for it to arrive, we can discuss the scene together. I promised your trainers we would, and I do not break my promises.” He looked deep into her eyes, “My word is my honor.”
“I know, Tono. That tongue of yours is honorable in so many ways.”
He threw back his head and laughed. It pleased her to hear his laughter. She wanted to hear more, but he got up to telephone the cab. As he walked away, she noticed he was naked. She admired his tight, round ass. So fine. An ass she wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning…
Twenty minutes later, she was back in her school uniform and heading to her apartment. She quickly texted Lea, figuring that she and Mary would just be leaving the Center.
Hey girl! You two wanna come to my place? We can film how our days went.
Her phone soon buzzed back.
Mary said she’ll come, but she isn’t going to record herself.
Tell her that she’s a pussy.
I told her, but also added that pussies are welcome at your place.
LOL… That they are! See you soon.
Brie rested her head against the car window for the rest of the drive, lost in thought. Up until this point, her loyalty had belonged exclusively to Sir—it hadn’t even been in question. However, today Tono had managed to change that, and she was falling hard.
Staring out into the dark, Brie wondered if her heart could survive being devoted to two Masters, knowing one day that she would have to choose. A tear traveled down her cheek. She whispered into the night, the declaration spoken out of desperation. “I still love you, Sir.”
(Week 4)
Brie On Display
Navigating the Vanilla World
Brie was wrestling with her new feelings for Tono. The day she’d met Sir, she had known he was the One. Tono had simply been the gorgeous Dom she’d wanted to play with. However, after spending Auction Day with him, she couldn’t get Tono out of her mind…or her heart. He had introduced her to the seductive art of Kinbaku, or Japanese bondage. The call of the rope, combined with his skill, had opened her eyes to another world—one that now haunted her thoughts constantly.
Sir was a powerful magnet. Her soul longed to be dominated by him in every way. Tono’s call was different—more like the ocean. His beckoned her to lose herself in the waves of their harmony.
Her conflicting emotions caused her to be distracted at work. Mr. Reynolds jokingly commented as he handed the inventory sheet back to her, “Another exciting weekend, Brie?” She was in charge of ordering stock and, looking over the sheet, she saw that she’d forgotten to include several brands they were running low on.
Brie sighed. “I’m sorry.” Mr. Reynolds was a kind boss and rewarded her hard work with regular raises. She hated letting him down. “I’ll double-check the orders before I send them out.”
“See that you do,” Mr. Reynolds said, then as an afterthought he added, “You mentioned that you were taking training classes at night. Are you enrolled in extra film courses or something?”
Brie was unprepared for his question and just stood there, smiling like an idiot, while she formulated an answer. She played with the collar around her neck as she spoke. “Actually, the classes are going to help with my film career, Mr. Reynolds. Thank you for asking.”
She figured she wasn’t really lying. The documentary she was filming, based on her experiences at the Submissive Training Center, would help her career. She was confident she could snag the interest of someone in the industry when she was done. It was Brie’s destiny to open the eyes of America to the hidden lifestyle.
“So when is your boyfriend coming to the shop? I still haven’t given my approval yet,” Mr. Reynolds said teasingly.
His protective nature was endearing. However, there was no way the old man would approve of her new BDSM lifestyle, nor would he understand there wasn’t just one Dom she was attracted to at the moment. Nobody in the ‘vanilla world’ could relate to what she was going through. It was a lonely feeling.
Brie growled under her breath when she saw Blue Eyes at the door of the Training Center later
that evening. He might think he was all cute with his daily flirting, but she had no patience for him now. Her heart was torn between two worthy men. That boy had absolutely no chance with her, and she needed to put a stop to it.
Brie took on a Mary-like stance, putting her hands on her waist and cocking her hip to one side. “Whatever you are trying to do here, Todd, it needs to stop! I have no interest in you.” She powered past him and headed towards the elevator.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you’re pissed?” he called after her.
She had to bite her tongue to stop her foul-mouthed reply. Brie just threw her hand up in the air in a dismissive manner. Her training as a submissive definitely helped her maintain control as she escaped to the elevator.
She sat down in Mr. Gallant’s classroom, transfixed by the pile of papers on his desk—their evaluations from the last auction. What had Tono said? He was a Kinbakushi, after all; trained to bring his models to that spiritual level of harmony. Maybe it wasn’t unusual for him.
She held her breath as Mr. Gallant handed over her evaluation. “An eight, Miss Bennett? Highly unusual for your third auction. Take it as a compliment from an admirer, but do not let it go to your head. You have much to learn yet.”
She looked up at him. “I agree, Mr. Gallant.”
He nodded and moved on to pass out the remaining two packets. Brie dove into her evaluation, her heart pumping as she did. ‘Miss Bennett has a rare gift with the rope. Able to connect on a level seldom experienced by this Master.’ ‘Both independent and trusting.’
She finally got to his criticisms. ‘Hesitated to state need for urination. Spoiled several shots because of strained look.’ Brie giggled under her breath. ‘Lack of experience holds her back, but is charming to overcome as a Dom.’ Tono had added at the end of the evaluation, ‘Hope to work with toriko again. Could easily make a career of Kinbaku.’
Brie imagined herself joining Tono on the stage at one of his live performances and felt her heart quicken at the thought of a future with the man.
Mr. Gallant’s lesson centered on living the Dom/sub lifestyle daily in the vanilla world. “When maintaining the relationship in a world of bills, friends and family, your goal should be to intertwine the lifestyle into your everyday life. Many D/s couples choose to live with two separate worlds, but it does not have to be that way. You can weave it into your day so that even in the most common situation, the D/s element is still apparent. Find a comfortable fit and be willing to change and grow as issues arise.”
Mary raised her hand, waiting to be called on. “What if you don’t want your family or friends discovering your secret?”
“The power play can be subtle, Miss Wilson. Something no one would think twice about. For example, you go out to eat and wait for your Dom’s permission to take the first bite. You play with your napkin and talk to the guests at the table until you see his nod.” Mr. Gallant leaned against his desk. “No one is the wiser but the couple maintains the bond. It’s a matter of simple adjustments, but requires communication and creativity on both sides to make it work.”
A shiver traveled down Brie’s spine at the thought of being a submissive twenty-four seven. What would it be like to be under a Dom’s rule in front of unsuspecting people?
“Tonight you will be meeting with an assigned trainer and discussing his or her expectations of your behavior in public. You will then go downtown and interact as you have been instructed.” He smiled at the girls. “It should be a real eye-opening experience.”
The three were told to meet in a new classroom on the other side of the school. Brie and her classmates chattered nervously as they made their way through the hallways. Pleasing their Doms in the outside world would be a challenging assignment indeed!
Brie was surprised to see there was a fifth trainer at the table as they walked into the classroom. She stood in respectful silence, sneaking peeks at the dark-haired Dom. He had a classic, model-type face and spoke in a deep voice that demanded attention.
Sir addressed the group of students. “I would like to introduce Master Anderson. He will be running a Training Center of his own and has joined us for the next few weeks to observe and help train this class. Although he is new to this Center, he is an experienced Dom and I expect you to give him the same respect you give all trainers here. Do you understand?”
All three girls answered in unison, “Yes, Sir.”
Master Anderson stood up. He towered above the others, which highlighted just how tall the guy was. “I do not take this responsibility lightly. I shall train you well, but in turn I expect complete obedience.”
Brie suddenly felt the urge to bow to her new trainer. She followed that gut instinct and knelt before him. The other girls followed suit.
She felt him approach and then he asked in a deep baritone, “What is your name?”
“Brie Bennett, Master Anderson.”
“Look at me, young Brie.”
She looked up into his intense green eyes. Damn, he is good-looking. Not as handsome as Sir, of course, but…close.
“I appreciate a slave who understands the importance of a bow.” He nodded once before turning from her and sitting back down.
Such a simple interaction, but it had made her all shaky inside. She noticed that Sir patted Master Anderson on the back, as if they were old friends. It was such an endearing gesture that she almost burst out in a smile.
Sir looked pleased when he caught Brie’s eye. “Class, I will be staying behind to walk Master Anderson through our school. Miss Wilson, you will partner with Master Coen for this practicum. Ms. Taylor, you’ll be with Ms. Clark, and Miss Bennett will work with Marquis Gray.” He paused as he looked each of the girls over. “Take this opportunity to discuss protocols and ask questions before you head out. Pay particular attention to your trainer’s instructions. You will be critiqued on how well you blend into the vanilla world while fulfilling your Dom’s protocols.”
Brie was disappointed to see Sir stand up with the new trainer and leave. Her eyes followed Sir until they rested on Marquis Gray, who happened to be staring at her intently. “Pearl, are you ready to learn my demands?”
She blushed at being caught ogling Sir. Nothing escaped Marquis’ sharp eyes. “Yes, Master.”
After a half-hour of discussion and a visit to the bathroom to follow an order from him, Marquis handed her more casual attire. It consisted of a simple black cocktail dress and four-inch heels. Such a luxury! She quickly dressed under his watchful eye, and then he escorted her out of the Center with the two other girls and their trainers.
Brie’s heart hammered in her chest as she held onto the arm of Marquis, whom she was to call ‘Mister’ Gray for the evening. He had commanded that she maintain contact with him in some form at all times. She was excited about the challenge and appreciated the fact he wanted her to touch him in public.
Instead of taking a car like the other two trainers, he took her to the bus stop in front of the school to wait. Brie watched Lea follow Ms. Clark to her car. Apparently, the Domme preferred her sub to walk behind her. Mary walked beside Master Coen without touching him. Looking at the four of them, Brie did not see anything unusual. No one would suspect the D/s dynamics going on.
When the bus pulled up, Marquis Gray boarded first. Brie grabbed onto the belt loop of his dark pants and sat beside him with her thigh pressed against his. He did not look at her, did not respond to her in the slightest, but she was a bundle of excitement knowing they were touching. The contact was such an intimate yet subtle exchange.
She met the gaze of a man sitting opposite her. She quickly glanced away, but gasped loudly when she felt the vibration of the toy strapped against her clit. She clutched Marquis Gray’s thigh as he ramped up the speed of the little device. He leaned over and whispered, “No coming.”
Brie nodded as she dug her fingernails into his leg and struggled not to whimper. The buzzing was so loud that she was certain everyone on the bus could hear
it, but other than the man sitting across from them, no one paid any attention.
Marquis changed the rhythm to pulsing and she groaned softly. Being in public and having someone watch but be unaware of their unique exchange was thrilling. The bus slowed down, as did the vibrator, until it eventually stopped. Marquis stood up and Brie placed her hand lightly on his back as they made their way off the bus.
He held out his arm gallantly and she wrapped herself around it. She looked at all the people walking in the opposite direction. Everyone seemed in a rush to get somewhere, while the two of them strolled at a relaxed pace amongst the multitudes. She caught the eye of an agitated businessman and smiled in sympathy.
Brie stumbled when the vibration hit.
“No fair, Mister Gray,” she whimpered, straightening herself back up and trying to walk with grace while her pussy tingled in delight.
“Completely fair, pearl.”
They walked down the crowded sidewalk, heading towards the music and lights of the downtown scene. He hadn’t told her what his plans were, which only added another layer of excitement to this practicum.
Before he guided her into an extremely popular celebrity restaurant, Marquis turned the toy down to its lowest setting. She was surprised that they were immediately seated in the corner of the crowded dining room. The table was elegantly set with a long, white tablecloth, fresh flowers and romantic candlelight.
She figured Marquis must know somebody, because it was impossible to get into the place. The fact was that Brie had never been here before, and had only heard about it from friends whose friends had managed to get in years ago.
Brie looked around, suddenly realizing she was in the presence of some very influential people. People who could make her film career a reality. The host tucked the chair behind Brie and then did the same for Marquis Gray. Remembering his command, she slipped off her shoe and ran her foot against his leg.
