by Vi Keeland
He walked into her line of sight and held up a thin silver bracelet in the shape of an X. “The prettiest bondage I could find.”
Brie crinkled her brow, uncertain how it counted as bondage. She soon found out when he placed one of her wrists into it, crossed her other wrist over it and then locked them into place. Brie looked at her wrists, bound in thin silver, and smiled appreciatively. “Beautiful…”
“Lay your arms back above your head,” he ordered, then took a scarlet rope and bound her ankles together. He took another tie and bound her knees.
He looked over his work with approval. Then he held up a large, fluffy white feather and twirled it between his fingers. “My instrument of pleasure for tonight.”
It took everything in Brie not to burst out laughing. A feather? Seriously? She had been flogged and caned, and he was going to tease her with a feather? Blue Eyes had no idea how pathetically cute he was.
“Lift your head up, blossom.”
She did as he asked and he placed an eye mask over her head. It smelled of lavender. He placed it firmly over her eyes, blocking all light, before gently laying her head back down on the spongy floor. The blindfold, in addition to the bindings, had an effect on her. She was suddenly very aware she was under his power.
She expected his hands on her naked body, but instead he settled down beside her. The smell of him was familiar—manly and intoxicating. “I will explain now, as I caress your skin.”
Brie felt hundreds of tickling points as he moved the feather over her breast. She gasped in delight, surprised at the sensual feel of it. While the feather glided over her skin, he drew her in with his low, masculine tone. “The moment you landed in my arms at the front of the school, I became captivated by you.”
He used the tip of the feather to tease her nipple. It hardened from the attention. Then she felt the warmth of his lips on her nipple. It was just for an instant, and suddenly the feather was back, teasing her again. She sighed in frustration.
“When I realized you were training to be a submissive it was as if all the pieces of a puzzle came together for me. My need to dominate finally made sense and my path was clear. I contacted Thane Davis and expressed my desire to train at the school. It wasn’t an easy sell because the class had started a few days before.”
He stopped, and her attention focused on the caress of the feather against the side of her hip. The tingling trail it left was followed by another warm kiss.
“I offered to drop my advanced business classes for a semester and put in extra time to make up for starting behind. It took convincing, but I finally got the Dominant panel on my side.”
The feather moved from her bound knees and slowly made its way between her legs. The delicate touch of it drove her wild. She squirmed in pleasure as the feather touched her mound. Then Brie stopped breathing, waiting for his lips. When she felt his warm breath on her sex, she whimpered. His lips barely brushed her swollen clit before he settled back beside her.
Brie’s whole body shuddered with need.
“I’ve taken each class, worked through each practicum with only one focus.”
The feather stroked the side of her face, landing on her lips and tickling them until she laughed. His lips silenced her giggles. He kissed with such passion, such intensity that she froze.
The sounds of the other couples copulating filled the room. Todd pulled away and moved his lips to her ear, whispering, “I will not take you tonight. I want your body to open of its own will, not just because I command it.”
He began gently unwinding the ties. Then he removed the blindfold and brought her arms back over her head. He unlocked the thin silver cuff and kissed the inside of each wrist before placing them on her stomach.
She looked up into his crystal eyes, not knowing who this man was. “Thank you, Faelan.”
“Anytime, blossom.”
After the three Doms had left the room, Sir began the discussion with the Dominant trainers still in attendance.
“We would all like to hear your honest opinions of your Doms’ performances.” He turned to Lea first. “Ms. Taylor, how would you rate Master Allen’s scene with you?”
Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw Lea look up and smile. “Master Allen really seemed to care, Sir. He continually asked my color, eased up when I indicated that I was reaching yellow but did not stop. He pushed me like a good Dom should. I enjoyed the session with him.”
“On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate him?” Master Coen asked.
She said without hesitation, “I would give him a six.”
A well-built, bald trainer from the other table spoke up. “What would you say is his major weakness, Ms. Taylor?”
She shifted in her spot, making Brie wonder if it was difficult for her to answer. “I didn’t feel like he was reading me as we went. He was so dependent on asking my color that he didn’t notice what should have been obvious.”
The female trainer at the table replied, “I concur with the submissive. Master Allen was oblivious to her discomfort until he asked.”
“Thank you for your observations, Ms. Taylor,” Sir said. “You may kneel.”
Lea immediately settled on the floor in a graceful motion.
Sir addressed Mary next. “Give us your assessment of Mr. Hall’s performance, Miss Wilson.”
Mary answered, “He still has a lot to learn, Sir. The cautious way he used the crop was a complete turn-off. He might as well have hit me with a wet noodle.”
The silence in the room was deafening.
Sir replied with ice in his voice, “Miss Wilson, a respectful evaluation is expected of a submissive. Demeaning your Dom’s performance is neither welcomed nor appropriate.”
Brie felt a chill run through her bones, even though she was not the one being corrected.
Mary answered meekly, “Sorry, Sir.”
“Reword your statement,” Marquis Gray instructed, his face expressionless.
Mary took a deep breath before starting again. “Lord Hall was not confident with his use of the crop.”
The bald trainer at the other table interjected, “I believe some of the fault lies with you, Miss Wilson. I noticed you were emotionally unreadable, which made you difficult to work with. It surprises me, considering the extensive training you’ve received at this school.”
Brie shuddered at the trainer’s assessment of Mary. She had never thought that by evaluating the training Doms, they might end up inviting negative comments from the Dominant trainers themselves. However, she realized she had been foolish to think otherwise. As submissives, they were always under scrutiny—always.
Ms. Clark challenged Mary by asking, “You started with his weakness, but I would like to know his strengths.”
Mary took quite a while to answer. “He was…good-looking and pounded me decently.”
All eight trainers stared at her without comment.
Mary was failing miserably with her evaluation, so Sir mercifully cut it short. “What would you rate him?”
“A three, maybe four.”
“Since I find your evaluation a waste of our time,” Sir stated, “kneel down and rethink your answers. We will speak after class.”
Mary sank to the floor slowly.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir began, his voice tainted with irritation. Although she knew it wasn’t directed at her, Brie still felt a quelling of her spirit. “How would you evaluate your Dom’s performance?”
“Sir, I would rate Faelan a seven.”
The brawny trainer from the other team jumped on her statement. “Why so high? Explain yourself.”
“I know it may seem odd, considering we did not have intercourse, but it was that very fact that set him apart.” Brie braved a look at the Dominant trainer. “I’m not sure how well I would have handled a more intimate encounter because I’m acquainted with Faelan outside of class. The fact he chose to tease rather than conquer me was shrewd. It left me craving another session with him.”
M
s. Clark asked, “Had he demanded intercourse, would you have complied?”
“Of course,” Brie answered, remembering to keep her eyes lowered when she answered the Dominatrix. “However, it would have been out of obedience, not personal desire.”
Brie heard the woman trainer at the other table remark, “I did find his choice of scene odd, but it makes sense now.”
“Miss Bennett.” Brie looked up, and a distinguished white-haired gentleman nodded to her. “What do you see as a weakness of Mr. Wallace?”
She answered with apprehension, “Although Faelan read me well throughout the scene, he did come across a little overconfident.”
Brie saw the female trainer smile. The fourth man, a striking Native American, replied, “A valid point.” Brie had presumed the bald man was the leader of the panel, but the authoritative way this Dom spoke said differently. He glanced over to Sir. “I think we have what we need from your submissives.”
Sir ordered Brie to kneel. She followed his command as all of the Dominant trainers got up from their table and left the room. Sir followed them out and spoke to the head trainer in the hallway for several minutes.
It allowed Brie time to reflect on the scene with Faelan. It shocked her that through that short encounter, Blue Eyes had accomplished the one thing she did not want. The light caress of his feather still lingered on her skin, causing goose bumps of desire for the boy.
A New Kind of Clubbing
Brie had a fitful sleep that night. Her heart was being pulled in too many directions and that played out in her dreams. Tono ripped the sash from his kimono and wrapped it over her eyes while Faelan restrained her in chains, but on the sidelines the buzzing sound of Marquis Gray’s violet wand all but drowned out Sir’s command for her. She woke up drenched in sweat, crying out a name, but unable to recall which man’s name had been on her lips.
Why? Why did Blue Eyes have to complicate things even further?
Brie couldn’t go back to sleep, so she pulled out her laptop and looked up the meaning of Faelan. She read that it was an old Irish word meaning ‘young wolf’. The boy was pursuing her like a single-minded predator, but he hadn’t jumped her like a mindless beast. No, he was drawing her in by denying her—clever boy.
The next day, Brie asked Mr. Reynolds if she could leave an hour early. He seemed to be in an especially chipper mood and gave her the afternoon off. She took the extra time to soak in the tub, cover herself in silky lotion and work on her hair, makeup and nails. She made sure everything was perfect, down to the minutest detail. It was important to Brie to make a good impression on her new community.
Brie pulled up to The Haven and saw Mary standing outside, next to the five trainers. She was surprised and a little disappointed not to see Tono in attendance as well. She had naturally assumed, because of his mastery of Kinbaku, that he would be part of the outing. She wondered if he was already inside, showcasing his talents. Even if she didn’t get the chance to work with him tonight, just seeing him would do her heart good… Or maybe not. Could she really handle watching another sub enjoy his gift of the rope?
She left her long coat in the car, letting out a nervous sigh before locking it. The place looked like a trendy nightclub, complete with neon lights. Couples passed by as she made her way to the group—men in dark shirts and jeans with duffle bags over their shoulders and women in fuck-me shoes, collars, vinyl outfits or extremely short skirts.
Brie suddenly found herself praying that Tono was not inside. She realized she could not handle seeing him harmonize with someone else, and that new revelation disturbed her. What did it mean? She walked over to Mary and stood beside her, unable to hide the unease she felt.
Naturally, Sir noticed and commented. “Are you ready for tonight, Miss Bennett?”
She looked him in the eyes and melted, all other concerns instantly forgotten. “I’m looking forward to mingling with the local D/s community, Sir.”
Master Coen spoke up. “Actually, Miss Bennett, you will not be mingling. You are only here to observe and perform.”
Brie felt a warm tingling in her loins when he said the word ‘perform’. What would it be like and who would she be partnered with? Possibly Sir? The anticipation heightened her sense of arousal.
Lea had shown up during the short exchange. The three girls were given strict instructions to remain at the sides of their trainers and to observe only. Sir paired up each student with a trainer, giving Brie to Master Anderson. She had to swallow her disappointment.
Master Anderson held out his arm to her. Brie looked up into his intense green eyes and was surprised by the thrill of connection she felt. He definitely had that commanding Dom quality she adored, but Brie knew so little about the man. She assumed the connection was due to him being good friends with Sir, which made Master Anderson a conduit of sorts. Being with him was a little like being with Sir.
Brie held her breath as they walked through the doors, curious as to what she would find on the other side. She was surprised to see that it looked similar to a normal club, with a large gathering area in the middle full of people milling about. Her idea of a dark dungeon with the screams of submissives filling the air was not a reality for this stylish venue.
It wasn’t until she looked to the right that she saw the real entertainment. Along the peripheral walls were numerous alcoves. Each one seemed to have its own theme and equipment. The one closest to her had a spanking horse. It was a padded bench with side rails so that the submissive could sit comfortably and remain still during the session. The girl lying down on the bench had on scarlet vinyl pants with the ass cheeks cut out, leaving the exposed skin open for punishment. The Dom behind her was spanking her with a large wooden paddle. Her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, joining the cries of several others.
Brie felt a gush of wetness between her legs in response to their passionate reactions. This was so her kind of place!
Master Anderson broke from the group and led Brie around to each scene, adding commentary from time to time. “Do you see the way she is anticipating each stroke of the cane and moving slightly just before it hits? The Dom should really correct her. It’s only showcasing his inexperience and ruining the scene.” Before they moved to the next alcove, Brie caught a whiff of a fragrance she instantly identified as sandalwood. She wondered where it was coming from.
When they stepped closer to the next scene, she noticed a pleasant trace of musk. The alcove itself had an impressive St. Andrew’s cross made of smoky glass with black leather cuffs. The aroma seemed the perfect complement to the environment.
The man bound to the cross was enduring the focused attention of his Mistress, who was teasing his cock with electricity. The man’s guttural cries sent a shiver through Brie. There was no doubt he was turned on, based on the rigidness of his member.
Master Anderson squeezed her hand and moved her on to the next scene. He had to part the crowd that had gathered so Brie could see what was happening.
The scent of jasmine filled Brie’s nostrils, adding to the visual of three brown-haired subs kneeling on the ground, attached together by a string of nipple clamps on a chain. She had never seen anything like it and found the scene erotic, although she knew from personal experience that nipple clamps hurt.
The Dom went to the first girl and allowed her to suck his cock while the two others watched. His hand combed through her short hair and he said something to her that made her smile with his cock still in her mouth. He pulled away from her and went to the middle girl. He guided his shaft into her mouth and commanded that the other two play with his balls while he face-fucked her.
Brie looked down at the floor, overcome with desire.
“Do you like what you see, my young Miss Bennett?”
She made sure to speak loudly enough for him to hear without disturbing the scene. “Yes, Master Anderson.”
He leaned down and told her, “Tonight you shall address me as Master.”
Brie braved a look into his lumi
nous green eyes, realizing that he was more than a trainer tonight; he was to be her partner. She answered quietly, “Yes, Master.”
Master Anderson smiled mischievously when he asked, “Can you guess what my specialty is?”
She stared up at the towering Dom, at a loss for words, so she just shook her head in response.
“I am the master of the bullwhip. Have you ever felt its bite?”
Again, Brie shook her head, afraid to speak. The bullwhip was a far more intimidating appliance than any flogger.
“Do not fret, Miss Bennett. I can whip you with the lightest of touches.” He lightly brushed a fingertip against her arm. “Or cut you deep with a quick snap of my wrist.” He said it matter-of-factly, without malicious intent.
Brie let out a nervous sigh. “I look forward to feeling your expertise, Master.”
His laughter was low and engaging. “I like your enthusiasm, young Brie. It contrasts so well with the look of apprehension showing on your face.”
Master Anderson led her to an especially long and empty alcove, ripe with the clean scent of an ocean breeze, which made perfect sense as the inside walls were painted a calming blue. It contrasted sharply with the chains hanging from the ceiling.
“Our time has come, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s loins contracted in…what? Fear or excitement? She wasn’t sure. She bowed to him and answered dutifully, “Yes, Master.”
“You will remove all your clothes, except for your skirt.”
She quickly undressed to his specifications, but squeaked unconsciously when she saw Sir hand Master Anderson a fierce-looking leather whip, the kind Indiana Jones used. It looked far, far more menacing than Marquis’ flogger. Brie put on a brave face, knowing that Sir was going to observe the scene. To calm herself, she focused on keeping her body supple and pleasing while she waited for the next order.
“Very good, slave. Move over to the X on the floor and face the wall. Put your feet on either side of it. It will be the stance you remain in for the entire scene.”
